Ghost of the Glade

There are whispers in the deep glade—soft footfalls barely rustling the fallen leaves, golden eyes flashing between the trees. A fox moves like a wisp of firelight, here and gone in an instant, a guardian of the untamed.

Ghost of the Glade captures that fleeting spirit, woven in copper like a secret only the wild knows. The fox’s silhouette emerges from the shifting golds and greens of labradorite, its glow like emberlight caught beneath a canopy of ancient trees. A talisman for those who walk unseen yet leave echoes in their wake—a keeper of stories, a wanderer between worlds.