Beneath the Boughs is a silver-bound fragment of the forest’s secret heart—where the canopy thickens, light thins, and old things are left undisturbed. Cast in fine silver, the acorns and leaves are not just remnants of autumn, but symbols of quiet endurance and the cycle of death and rebirth. In forgotten lore, it’s said the forest floor is where memories are buried—whispered into roots, guarded by oak, and sealed in shadow. This piece holds that stillness, that ancient hush. A charm for those who walk softly, and listen for what sleeps beneath the leaves.
