The wooden chest opens with a creak as flickering candlelight falls on the three beads inside. One white as porcelain, one clear as crystal, one black as the night sky. The beginning of a journey is always a step into the unknown, into darkness.
The wooden chest opens with a creak as flickering candlelight falls on the three beads inside. One white as porcelain, one clear as crystal, one black as the night sky. The beginning of a journey is always a step into the unknown, into darkness.