Spring transforms Kolob into a tapestry of subtle power, where every blooming flower and morning mist serves your greater purpose. From your hidden vantage point, you watch your years of careful work bear fruit in ways even you never anticipated. Your glasses reflect the morning light as you observe the various groups below, each celebrating the spring equinox in their own way, each unknowingly maintaining the ancient balances.

The professor's final manuscript rests nearby – “Kolob: Convergence of Natural and Cultural Heritage” – its pages filled with carefully crafted half-truths that will protect this place better than any wall. The young woman's artwork now hangs in museums, her “interpretations of local folklore” carrying genuine N'hava symbols that pulse with quiet power for those who know how to look.

Through the Life Stream, you sense how deeply your protective deceptions have rooted. Children play games with rhymes that accidentally invoke protective wards. Tourists photograph “unusual geological formations” that are actually crystalline focuses of power. Local craftspeople create “traditional designs” that maintain energy barriers through their very reproduction.

The Heartstone's chamber remains hidden not by locks or barriers, but by layers of mundane explanation. Your crystalline attachments hum softly as you observe a university research team setting up equipment near one of your strongest energy nodes – their instruments will record “fascinating but perfectly natural” phenomena, adding another layer of scientific credibility to your veils.

Below, three different religious groups hold concurrent ceremonies, each believing they alone understand Kolob's true significance. Their combined rituals, overlapping in ways they don't comprehend, create perfect harmonic patterns in the Life Stream. Native traditions blend with settler hymns and academic observations, each perspective adding another layer of concealment through interpretation.

What began as a compromise has become your greatest achievement. The power remains pure, protected not by isolation but by the human tendency to see only what they're prepared to see. Even those who glimpse your white fur among the trees become part of the protection – their stories joining the tapestry of legends that keeps others from looking too closely.

The truth hides in plain sight, safely wrapped in layers of belief, science, and tradition.