Fallen Ember Necklace

A winged figure suspended in descent, neither saint nor savior. At its center, a crimson stone glows like a sealed confession. The serpent coils downward from its form, fluid and unrepentant. Cast in darkened stainless steel alloy, the metal holds a cold, deliberate weight. Light touches the wings, but the red at its core refuses to dim. It feels less like grace and more like consequence.