A Little Bit of Forever, Woven in Silver You know, there are mornings when the sun hits the workshop just right, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden benches, and you find yourself just, well, thinking. Not about deadlines or the next big thing, but about stories. Real stories, with real people, and those quiet moments that become monumental. I was just thinking about Sarah, bless her heart, a friend who told me once how her grandmother always kept a little box of special trinkets. Among them was a rather striking piece, an Arachna Marquise Princess Accent Ring, which had seen better...
