THE DREAM BEGAN. A view of a city before him then an outstretch of sandy landscape, as far as the eye can see, with an odd sort of electricity in the air. He stood upon an ornate balcony, made of limestone and hieroglyphs. Gooseflesh rose along his arms beneath his — beneath nothing? His arms were bare? Azure eyes looked down upon his person, features twisting in confusion and then realization. IRRITATED realization. A chest plate of blue, emblemed with an ankh of gold. The more he sunk into the dream, the more the weight of those ancient garbs bore down on his body. He touched his side, felt the scepter-like rod tucked into his belt. Fingers grazed armlets, reached up to feel that hat upon his head. He knew this dress. It was not his, it was — that person’s. WHY? He had not dreamt of THIS MAN in a long while. He had not dreamt of being THIS MAN in years.
“A collection of five precious objects designed as jewellery boxes. The box becomes the jewels. Each box tells its own story.
three-sided pyramid is a symbol of femininity representing the womb of
the woman as a protective home for the child. All the elements in this
box are created to protect the Little Cherub. The floor is set with
triangular diamonds, the toughest and most precious material on Earth.”