


This item is final sale and cannot be returned or exchanged.
Somewhere in the desert, under a beating sun, a scorpion is accidentally caught under tree resin and time forgets to let it out.
The stone burns like trapped sunlight, a soft but muted golden glow, holding the shadow of a sting. Around it, the band twists with engraved vines like the calm before the strike.
The kind of piece you find in a pawn shop off a dead highway, still warm when you put it on.
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