This hand chain was born from ruin — once a broken necklace, now rebuilt into something far more interesting. What was flimsy and forgotten, now reforged it into a talisman with bite: a chain of soft pink glass crystals tethered along the wrist and hand like scattered petals caught in silver.

The crystals dangle in imperfect clusters, each one catching light like a drop of rosewater. The chains themselves still carry a slight darkness from their past life, giving the piece a touch of grit beneath the sweetness. It’s delicate, yes, but not precious. Not fragile. It carries the quiet defiance of something remade on purpose.

This is jewelry rewritten.
A second life.
A gentler edge for a witch who prefers her beauty with history.

One of one.
Soft pink, hard-won strength.