Ruby is white!

Little Ruby's eyes widened as her grandmother pulled out an ancient pottery shard from the museum exhibition, careful fingers tracing patterns older than memory itself. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed treasures their ancestors crafted centuries ago. "Look, beta," grandmother whispered. "Our heritage, preserved." Ruby gasped. Against the earthen brown, a white crystalline formation gleamed unexpectedly beautiful. Her grandmother smiled, sharing this moment online with family across continents, their digital connection honoring what soil had safeguarded. In that instant, Ruby understood. History wasn't distant or powerless. It lived through their hands, their stories, their shared wonder. She belonged to something magnificent.