Legend speaks of the Crystal Drive, a golf ball forged not in earthly factories, but in the heart of a dying star. Mages of old harnessed celestial energy to crystallize it, imbuing it with the sun's own light. Its shimmer, they say, isn't mere aesthetics; it's a conduit to unparalleled accuracy. Tales whisper of tournaments held in the ethereal glades of Avalon, where King Arthur himself, frustrated by wayward shots, sought the Crystal Drive. With a single swing, the ball, guided by celestial precision, arced through the mystical mists, landing flawlessly near the pin – a feat that won him the tourney and cemented the Crystal Drive's place in golfing legend. Some say that only those with a pure heart can truly unlock its accuracy, while those driven by ego find it as unpredictable as the tides.