White crystal beads, polished to a soft glow. Not the harsh sparkle of glass — a deeper light, the kind that seems to come from inside the stone. Strung close together, no spacers. Just stone against stone.
White crystal is worn for clarity. Not the kind you get from caffeine. The kind that settles in after silence. On the wrist, it is a small reminder. Clean the signal. Remove the static. Nothing more.
