Moondrift

She wandered by moonlight—
bare feet brushing moss, breath quiet as the wind that tugged at the stars.

The hare was waiting, bathed in silver hush
and wrapped in night-thoughts older than the trees.

With him, she learned to listen to endings without fear.

Because in every stillness, every shadowed path,
there is something sacred—
a whisper, a presence,
a soft leap into becoming.

.5 Troy Oz. Silver

Chain- Not included but compatible with any of our chain options.