׳Lunara’

She fluttered out of dusk, dusted in moonlight.

Forged in silver with the quiet grace of wings that remember the dark, Lunara carries two green and blue tourmalines like eyes that see what others don’t. She’s not polished- she’s felt. She’s the hush between heartbeats, the pull toward the unknown.

Lunara is not a necklace.

She is a guide.

A flight into what you’ve hidden. A return to the wild you never meant to tame.

Wear her when your softness feels like a secret. When the dark is no longer something to fear, but something to reclaim.