“Maybe I really am Lux…”
A curious wooden box was perched on the end of your nightstand. It is small and what you mistook for wood initially is really petrified wood. Light and unassuming it is held shut by tiny brass hinges. Upon opening the box, the interior reveals itself to be a dark purple velvet, almost black. Nestled in the folds of velvet sits a ring, delicately wrought from fine silver, it clasps an octagonal amethyst of vibrant luminosity at it's top. It shimmers and glows with its own internal light.