A face carved in glass, frozen mid-dream. The iridescent surface shifts between white, blue, and silver with every turn — the way light moves through old cathedral windows. Set in raw, deliberately darkened sterling silver, the bezel looks almost like it grew around the stone — molten, unfinished, alive. Hung on a fine blackened chain that disappears against the skin. Art Nouveau in soul. Gothic in spirit. The kind of piece that carries a mood before you even put it on.
