This necklace doesn’t shimmer innocently; it prowls from the deep. Sirenne was strung from moss agate and bronze, its hues echoing seaweed tangling through shipwreck timbers and coins dulled by centuries on the ocean floor.
At the center, a bronze mermaid pendant rises as though ascending from her lair, every curve and scale etched with ancient patience. Flanking her are bronze skulls — trophies perhaps, relics of sailors who dared too close to her song. Even the clasp hides her secrets, finished with a tiny bronze mermaid that dangles like a warning, or an invitation, depending on how one reads the depths.
This is no bright trinket of fairy-tale waters — Sirenne is an artifact of menace and beauty, treasure that feels as old and relentless as the tide. A talisman for those who thrive in shadowed waters and know how to make shipwrecked hearts their own.
