A sliver of moon and a circle whole—crescent and full orb cast in aged zinc alloy, locked in eternal eclipse. Vintage filigree curls like smoke around their edges, weathered and witch-worn. The pendant hangs low, a talisman of tides and transformation. For those who howl at the dark, who track their time by lunar phases, who carry the night sky on a chain—sacred, silvered, and softly sinister.