The flame is a moment in the wind, but even when it’s gone, there is the memory. It is ancient, beautiful, everywhere, and always, even marble hearts will still burn in the remembrance of love, promises, and lies.
Live, Love, Feel. Like a swarm of firebirds that carry you home.
The fragrant flame that rises from the candle sings the memory of Icarus, who was burned by the love of beauty for embracing the clouds. Here are memories of the suns that the burning eyes cannot see.
Vegetable-based wax
Live, Love, Feel. Like a swarm of firebirds that carry you home.
The fragrant flame that rises from the candle sings the memory of Icarus, who was burned by the love of beauty for embracing the clouds. Here are memories of the suns that the burning eyes cannot see.
Vegetable-based wax
