The forest had whispered of it for years—a charm said to hold the essence of the dawn itself, soft and blushing against the silver mists. Few believed it was more than a story, but she felt it the moment her fingers brushed the pendant. A warmth bloomed, subtle yet grounding, as though the first light of morning had kissed her skin.
As she wore it, the world seemed to shift around her—colours brighter, the air sweeter, her steps lighter. It wasn’t magic in the way the stories told it; it was the kind that came from within, waiting for a reason to be found.
