Beneath the living canopy of the Faewilde runs the Sios, where roots drink memory instead of water and the air hums with the hush of what was. Deep within it lies the Cemetaerie—a sanctuary of quiet resurrection, where wings sprout from what once could not rise.
Hollowheart Flight was born there, forged in stillness by the caretakers of remembrance. Garnet embers trace the pulse of what endures; Black Tourmaline anchors the spirit that dares to return. At its heart hangs the winged ribcage—a relic of renewal—said to cradle the echo of a breath once lost, waiting to take flight again.
Those who wear it carry a fragment of the Cemetaerie’s vow: that even hollow hearts can hold the wind once more.
From the Cemetaerie of the Sios—where even silence remembers how to fly ✨
Care Notes: Keep your Hollowheart Flight close to still air and gentle light, polishing softly so the wings remember, but never washing away the whispers of the Cemetaerie.
