Silver metal, burnished to a stormlight glow, coils like turbulent skies.
Red agate holds the last evening glow—
Silent. Gentle. yet carrying an undying fire within.

This is untamed softness.

Red agate—born of Fire, buried in Earth—
holds the kind of slow burn that never dies,
The quieter it gets, the stronger it becomes.

This is a talisman for the ones who starts in silence,
who sharpen in persistence,
who don’t rush to be seen—
because something unstoppable is already taking form beneath the surface.

And when you wear it, remember:
Not all fire roars.
Some smolder. Some wait.
But when they rise—
they don’t come quietly.

You don’t need to burn loud to burn strong.
You are the slow burn.
The inevitable rise.