Perhaps it began somewhere by the sea.
A flicker of blue beneath the surface. Light moving through water. Something glimpsed for only a moment, then gone before you could be certain you had seen it at all.
Aurora holds onto that fleeting feeling.
A luminous blue-green stone rests within deep brown hand-knotted macramé, surrounded by tiny beads that travel outward through the weave like traces left by the tide. Every knot is made by hand, so no two details fall quite the same way.
It feels less like something made and more like something found.
Something carried ashore. Something kept.
A secret the sea never meant to give away.
