Drip
In Chinese legend, Nuwa, the goddess of creation, mended the broken sky with five-colored stones, saving the world from chaos. As she placed the final piece, a single drop of celestial jade slipped from her fingertips and fell to earth, crystallizing into "Drip"—a gem infused with the essence of the universe. It is more than a relic of creation; it is a fragment of time itself, waiting to be discovered. Wearing it is like carrying a drop of the galaxy’s memory, glowing softly in the dark, whispering secrets that the heavens have never forgotten.
In Chinese legend, Nuwa, the goddess of creation, mended the broken sky with five-colored stones, saving the world from chaos. As she placed the final piece, a single drop of celestial jade slipped from her fingertips and fell to earth, crystallizing into "Drip"—a gem infused with the essence of the universe. It is more than a relic of creation; it is a fragment of time itself, waiting to be discovered. Wearing it is like carrying a drop of the galaxy’s memory, glowing softly in the dark, whispering secrets that the heavens have never forgotten.
In Chinese legend, Nuwa, the goddess of creation, mended the broken sky with five-colored stones, saving the world from chaos. As she placed the final piece, a single drop of celestial jade slipped from her fingertips and fell to earth, crystallizing into "Drip"—a gem infused with the essence of the universe. It is more than a relic of creation; it is a fragment of time itself, waiting to be discovered. Wearing it is like carrying a drop of the galaxy’s memory, glowing softly in the dark, whispering secrets that the heavens have never forgotten.