‘Seraphaia’

She wasn’t found. She surfaced.

Brought forth from quiet waters, where grief becomes moss and time forgets to count.

A raw chrysocolla heart ,blue-green like memory blurred by waves -wrapped in silver that looks more like bone than metal.

She doesn’t sparkle. She hums. Low and steady, like something ancient that never needed to be loud to be heard.

Seraphaia is not a piece of jewelry.

She is a return. To the body. To truth. To the version of you that was never lost - only waiting.

Wear her when you’re ready to feel safe in your own depth.