Sprig of Secrets necklace It began at the boundary

It began at the boundary where the summer fair dissolved into hedges and foxgloves

They bend over the table

It lands with a dull tap

Bask in the inviting glow of our 'Golden Rays Table Topper

Sprig of Secrets necklace It began at the boundarySomewhere in the hollow, I twist through roots and moss, searching. My tiny hands trace the earth, brushing against stone and leaf, desperate for the wand I lost. It is small, unassuming, yet it carries a pulse of the forest I cannot forget the hum of life, the whisper of magic threaded into wood. I hear it before I see it, faint and insistent, glinting where the moonlight catches the curves of a twig. My chest lifts with hope, claws trembling as I