In ancient Greek belief, Dryads were the nymphs born inside the trees — each one bound to a single tree for life. They lived within the oak, the ash, the vine. If the tree died, so did she. They were not immortal, but they were eternal in their own way — as long as the forest stood, so did they.
A twisted vine hand carved in gold, set with a single green stone. A small piece of that quiet, rooted life worn close to the skin.
May it remind you of the strength that grows slowly, and holds forever.
