



Each line and groove, a story to begin. Through countless seasons, it has endured.


Upon the stone, a quartz vein weaves,
Like nature's brushstroke, it softly breathes,
A silvery path, with secrets untold,
Within the depths, a story unfolds.
Like nature's brushstroke, it softly breathes,
A silvery path, with secrets untold,
Within the depths, a story unfolds.











