Long before the Faewilde shimmered into being, there walked an ancestor so ancient her name was nearly lost to time. The tales call her Corroselle — the first of the Faewilde folk to succumb when the land before was poisoned by its own children.
The pendant recalls what remains of her skull, a corroded relic steeped in centuries of toxic ruin. Black carved skulls scatter through the strand like a silent audience of descendants, while veins of jade run like fossilized marrow — green not with life, but with the bitter stain of decay. Hematite beads gleam like remnants of the industry that consumed the old world, cold and unyielding even as the living fell.
The stories warn that to touch Corroselle’s remains is to risk more than injury. Exposure corrodes flesh, will, and memory alike. Yet still, she is revered — a reminder of the cost of hubris and the fragile tether between survival and extinction.
Wear Corroselle as both talisman and warning. She is the shadow of beginnings, the echo of endings, and the ancestor who endures even in ruin.
