Converging-Diverging Lens

Whisper to the tree hollow, sealed with clay, unheard.
Such is the quiet magic of light and shadow—subtle, restrained.

The moon has long embodied longing; its fullness speaks of union.
We’ve captured its glow in a tiny locket of metal.

By day, it holds nothing but silence.
Only in private moments, when light touches its surface,
does it awaken the sealed memories within.

A keepsake for unspoken love, or secrets that never found their close;
When longing overflows, moonlight will surface.

This pendant is for all who tuck dreams into the folds of time—
Your silence, at last, has a gentle vessel.