Listen. I didn’t mean to become the kind of person who casually drops phrases like “I need to cleanse my moonstone.” But here we are. It all started with one crystal.Not just any crystal—Medusa. A dramatic name for a dramatic queen. I was on vacation, visiting a cave (as one does when you’re trying to be outdoorsy). After the tour, we wandered into the gift shop—and that’s where I met her: a clear quartz with delicate, wild natural fissures running through it like veins of ancient energy. The label said her name was “Medusa,” because those fissures reminded someone of the twisting snakes in Medusa’s mythic hair—and honestly? That’s all…