The Veil of Hours

Draped in shadow-black leather and edged with handwoven stitching, The Veil of Hours rests like a shroud for moments long expired. Along its strap lies a procession of vintage watch faces, each one a relic of silence — timepieces stripped of their ticking, consecrated as adornments of remembrance.

Placed upon lace, the bag becomes an altar — a communion between mortality and eternity. The gold, silver, and rose-toned dials glimmer faintly like votive candles, reminders of seconds sacrificed to the passage of life.

To carry The Veil of Hours is to carry a covenant: that even in stillness, time bears witness. It is a relic for the keeper of memories, a quiet rebellion against oblivion.

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.” — Psalm 91:4