A hymn written in onyx and silver, 'Obsidian Threnody' is more than a necklace—it is a requiem worn at the throat. The cross at its center is a cathedral’s skeletal spire, each arm wrought with the precision of a medieval scribe’s final flourish. Black gemstones, faceted like fragments of a starless night, catch the light only to devour it—their depths whispering of lost psalms and unlit crypts. The beads strung along its chain alternate between gunmetal’s cold sheen and glassy obsidian, punctuated by teardrop crystals that shiver like frozen mourning. This is jewelry for those who understand: elegance is not always bright. Sometimes, it is the slow, beautiful unraveling of shadows.
