The Emberdial

Burnt in the hues of autumn flame, The Emberdial carries the glow of hours preserved in firelight. Its body, a rugged orange leather scarred with studs, looks as though it has weathered both desert suns and furnace smoke. Every stitch is a scar, every rivet a reminder that time leaves its marks not gently, but with force.

The strap is a procession of rose-toned and digital-faced relics — an unexpected harmony between analog memory and the cold glow of modern dials. Together, they shimmer like embers refusing to die out, frozen moments still radiating faint warmth.

This is a relic for the keeper of endings and beginnings alike, a purse for the soul that knows ashes are not silence, but the beginning of resurrection.

“When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” — Isaiah 43:2