There’s a legend whispered in the flowered reaches of the Faewilde — that when sunlight falls through a drop of honey, a new world is born inside it. Those who’ve glimpsed it say they saw not reflections, but cities: tiny hives of gold and light, where bees made from starlit amber hum their songs of creation.
Amberhive was strung in honor of those golden architects. Each bead glows like a sealed spell of sweetness — captured warmth from the first dawn, distilled by fae hands into jeweled nectar. Its golden hues shift subtly in the light, echoing the shimmer of wings in flight.
It is said that to wear Amberhive is to carry a blessing of balance — work and wonder in equal measure, joy that hums softly beneath the surface, and courage sweet enough to keep bitterness away.
