Withervine is the Grove's first whisper, the place where the magic first returns.
A vivid green tourmaline rises from the center of a silver shadowbox, its glow recalling the first glimmers of forbidden fruit. The bezel is embossed with roses along a climbing vine, like something once hidden now blooming again. This is the largest offering of the grove the rest grow smaller from here.
A piece made not for perfection, but for persistence. For surviving. For growing through what came before.
