We craft memories into talismans—not just to remember, but to feel.
This is the story of "Eternal Altars," a crystal born from two worlds: the raw spirituality of Tibet’s mountains and the lavish devotion of Thailand’s temples.

The High Plains of Tibet
In the thin air of the Himalayas, I found a monastery where time seemed to freeze. Inside, "sacred relics"—fragments of saints’ bones—rested in aged wooden boxes, their silence louder than any prayer.
But it was the "sky burial" that left me breathless. On a windswept plateau, vultures circled like dark angels as monks chanted. Bodies offered to the sky, bones cracked open for wings to carry souls upward.

It wasn’t horror I felt, but humility—a blunt reminder that faith here wears no armor. It is raw, unapologetic, a dance with impermanence.

The Golden Pulse of Thailand
Days later, Bangkok’s heat wrapped around me like silk. At the "Grand Palace," the Emerald Buddha sat bathed in gold, his jade gaze timeless.
"Wat Arun" stabbed the sky with its porcelain spires, each shard glinting like a broken star.

Offerings piled high: lotus blossoms dipped in gilt, incense smoke curling into stories. Here, devotion was a celebration—a marriage of wealth and wonder, where even the monks’ robes seemed spun from sunlight.

Why This Crystal Exists
"Eternal Altars" holds these contrasts. The "Tibetan Stone," dark as storm clouds with veins of iron, mirrors the high plains’ stark truth: that holiness lives in what scares us.
The "Thai Gold," swirling with emerald and pearl, captures the lavish joy of temples where faith glitters.

Together, they’re not opposites but companions—a reminder that reverence wears many faces.

We made this crystal because some journeys change you. Not with answers, but with questions.
What does it mean to believe? To surrender? To build altars of gold or bone?

Hold "Eternal Altars." Let it whisper of vultures and jade, of skies that devour and hands that gild.
Let it ask you: Where does your soul find its compass?