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Black Stainless Steel Beaded Bracelet with Large Howlite Bead in Center
Black Stainless Steel Beaded Bracelet with Large Howlite Bead in Center

Phase - Beaded Bracelet in Howlite

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My Story.

This is the seed that sprouted Midnight's Honor: At our darkest hour, when we're a mess and feel as if the world will abandon us— I am here. I welcome all that you are with open arms. It does not matter how hard it is, how stuck, irritated, or worthless we feel. We are there for us. We, as we are, are something special. Something to be cherished.

This was the promise Elly made me when I was a child.

And it's one I've found important enough to keep till this day.

Elly was the kind of person forged from mythos and legend. An indomitable will that inspired all of those around her.

Me and Elly's childhood was spent split between the mundane Long Island life and a small shadow cult that trafficked adults and children.

Elly looked out for all of her brothers and sisters, at times taking abuse in their stead. Neither me nor any of my other brothers and sisters doubted Elly’s intentions or her will.

As a reminder that she was looking out for me, she would tie a section of thread around my pinky fingers. It was a symbol, something to look at or remember when reality hits in the way only reality can.

Chaos. Torture. Abandonment. These were the tenets of our world. And Elly stood before their cruelty and cursed these tenets down.

That thread that Elly tied around my pinky finger was my first ring. A gift from someone I took for granted. Someone I believed was immortal. When I saw the thread, or even so much as thought about it, my spirit would surge.

Our world was fraught with despair, but I would march beside Elly inot the depth of hell. We would wade through the torment together.

Except Elly didn’t make it.

Even today I can feel some of the weight behind losing her.

Her parting word was this: “Survive.” And that was what I did. I found a way to keep moving. Through all of it.

Most of my brothers and sisters met an untimely end. I myself didn’t believe I had a future past the age of 17.

Elly planted a seed that outlived her. It was a constant reminder. “Someone believes in me. Someone sees me as worthy. Someone knows I am strong enough to change things.”

Every ring that I make carries the spirit of Elly. Her fire. Her tenacity. She was an aspirant who dreamed of everyone making it out. Most didn’t. I couldn't bring her dream into reality. But a handful of us survived.

Every ring that I make carries the spirit of those that helped me survived. There are many. Some of them went by: Lizzie, Aaron, Asahi, Diana, Minni, Joseph, and J.M.

When you put on one of my rings, they may feel a little heavier than the pieces you've worn before.

Some attribute the weight to the material.

I think it's the legacy.