The Coral Testament chainmaille you might catch the faintest

you might catch the faintest reply—soft

we tremble

but a promise: to hear the call of the deep

then settles back into the line

Flower buttons

The Coral Testament chainmaille you might catch the faintestThey found her journals waterlogged, pages salt stained and illegible save for the sketches: spirals of coral, spines of sea creatures, notes in the margins written in a language no one could place. She wore her findings as offerings. Gold and silver links like chain spun tidepools, and at the centre, a single bead of coral deep red, like something still alive. She claimed it was reclaimed, not harvested. She claimed the reef gave it freely, in