A Tiny Spark, A Lasting Flame: How a Story Becomes Your Story in Silver It was a blustery Tuesday, the kind where London feels like it's giving you a good, firm shake, and I was huddled in my favourite little coffee spot, sketchbook open, nursing a rather splendid flat white. Outside, a young couple walked past, hand-in-hand, laughing at something only they understood. She pulled her scarf tighter, and for a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of a small, discreet pendant around her neck. It wasn't flashy, you see, but it held something, a quiet strength, a subtle glint of light that caught my...
