The Stone Sage

Who am I?
That is a difficult question to answer. But to begin to answer it, I shall tell you, that my name is Occultus. Some call me the Stone Sage, due to my proclivity for fostering and growing crystals.
How do I grow crystals you ask? Simple… You turn lines into energy, letters into power, then words into direction, grammar into structure, and with the turn of the view, stance into quality. Lastly, one morphs story into shape. A tricky maneuver, and not one that can be described. Nevertheless, if successful, a crystal is formed.
However for this feat of power, a story is needed, which is why in return for my services that I provide wanderers and pilgrims, I ask for a worthy story. Though, only few are destined to wander by my home in the highlands, against the Bejeweled Mountains. Even fewer that seek my help. Most of them turn to my dear friend Arcana. Her warm home beckons many a weary traveler and is far more appealing, compared the the jagged rocks that surround my house.
While many initially turn to this quaint forest, curious about my tower, that stands taller than the mountains, most of them don’t dare to climb up to the tower itself.

However, none of this really answers the question of who I am. The simply truth is, you’ll never get an answer to that question. You may figure the answer out yourself, if you have the patience for it.
But enough about me. You undertook this great journey, and traveled far, I’m sure.
Tell me your story, stranger…