As she stared down into the box she had dug from her attic, she wondered where some of these antiques had come from. A mirror, once sparkling silver, now tarnished but the intricate leaf decals still clear as the blue sky in summer. Several rings, many golden beams of sunlight that must have shone with sheer brilliance in their prime. All of which with various, formerly lustrous, gemstones embedded into them so tightly that they almost seemed to have been forged within the earth itself as one piece. Porcelain doll parts littered the bottom of the box, along with a small lace gown and faded strawberry blond locks of doll hair - the only thing in the whole box not to have survived the test of time and movement.
One of the rings in particular pulled the woman’s attention. She dove into the treasure trove for it and it alone. The ring was golden, as the majority of the rings were, but this particular ring had a large purple gemstone infused with it, something unseen in the others. Wa