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Six months of aging and fermentation shape its deep organic texture — an alchemical process revealing the raw essence of algae.

The lower section, deliberately layered, follows an ancient rhythm, a design whispered through generations.

At the top, a crown of hand-shaped elements encircles a glass chamber, held in place by a binding reminiscent of ancient talismans.

Its name, known only to the holder, remains a mystery, etched in symbols beyond common tongue.

The texture, reminiscent of elephant ivory, yet born of an entirely different realm, carries the weight of something both ancient and unknown.

Made once, never replicated, it is not merely an object, but something to understand — vessel for rituals, where fire meets origin, and history breathes again.