Alana's Spiral
A mysterious swirl of ocean waves. Transparent conch necklace on a brown, braided leather rope.
Alana was drawn not to the surface but to the ocean’s forgotten depths, where silence clung like seaweed and shadows held secrets. In a sunken ship's hull, she discovered a black mirror that didn’t reflect, but shimmered with shifting faces and distant echoes. Ignoring warnings that it was a siren’s eye — an ancient relic that watched and called back — she kept it hidden beneath the reef, whispering to it each night. The mirror answered in dreams, showing her a darker version of herself, draped in black pearls and ruling the deep with a voice that bent the sea. As her hair turned to ink and sea serpents began trailing her wake, Alana changed, whispering only, “I’m just learning who I really am.”
A mysterious swirl of ocean waves. Transparent conch necklace on a brown, braided leather rope.
Alana was drawn not to the surface but to the ocean’s forgotten depths, where silence clung like seaweed and shadows held secrets. In a sunken ship's hull, she discovered a black mirror that didn’t reflect, but shimmered with shifting faces and distant echoes. Ignoring warnings that it was a siren’s eye — an ancient relic that watched and called back — she kept it hidden beneath the reef, whispering to it each night. The mirror answered in dreams, showing her a darker version of herself, draped in black pearls and ruling the deep with a voice that bent the sea. As her hair turned to ink and sea serpents began trailing her wake, Alana changed, whispering only, “I’m just learning who I really am.”
A mysterious swirl of ocean waves. Transparent conch necklace on a brown, braided leather rope.
Alana was drawn not to the surface but to the ocean’s forgotten depths, where silence clung like seaweed and shadows held secrets. In a sunken ship's hull, she discovered a black mirror that didn’t reflect, but shimmered with shifting faces and distant echoes. Ignoring warnings that it was a siren’s eye — an ancient relic that watched and called back — she kept it hidden beneath the reef, whispering to it each night. The mirror answered in dreams, showing her a darker version of herself, draped in black pearls and ruling the deep with a voice that bent the sea. As her hair turned to ink and sea serpents began trailing her wake, Alana changed, whispering only, “I’m just learning who I really am.”
Resin shell hung on a braided brown leather cord with brass fasteners