Astrid #002 hematite Throw it on a table

Throw it on a table and watch it transform a polite tea into a mischievous gathering of ghouls

bronze and crystal caught every glance

the piece hums with the weight of ancient waters

Each one carried the weight of the heretic’s devotion — not to salvation

Binka Boo: Yarn-tangler

Astrid #002 hematite Throw it on a tableThey say Astrid was born beneath a sky so clear, the stars could not help but notice her. A daughter of distant constellations, she grew among silver moons and golden comets, her laughter ringing like bells through the velvet dark. Each star she touched bloomed brighter, seven in particular her chosen circle who followed wherever she wandered. Around her they danced, circling close with beads of light and colour, their hearts lit by crystal flame.