Fallen Ember Necklace

A winged figure suspended in descent, neither saint nor savior.
At its center, a crimson stone glows like a sealed confession.
The serpent coils downward from its form, fluid and unrepentant.
Cast in darkened stainless steel alloy, the metal holds a cold, deliberate weight.
Light touches the wings, but the red at its core refuses to dim.
It feels less like grace and more like consequence.