In the moon’s shadow, where night and sorrow entwine, there hangs a necklace—a whispered elegy to the winged wanderer. The black bat, its wings etched with tales of moonlit flights, clings to the aluminium chain.
The bat weeps silently, its lament echoing through the night. And there, beneath its fragile form, a coffin charm.
The coffin, a vessel for memories and melancholy.
Wear it close, this emblem of twilight’s embrace. Let the aluminium chain rest against your skin, a bridge between the living and the spectral.
The Bat’s Lament awaits, a requiem for lost dreams and eternal flights.
