At the birth of every icon is a dream unconstrained by time. A dream discovered in the lush, volcanic jungles of Indonesia. Filled with rich history, full of life. A box of wonders, discovered and forged.

At the birth of every icon is a dream unconstrained by time. A dream discovered in the lush, volcanic jungles of Indonesia. Filled with rich history, full of life. A box of wonders, discovered and forged.

At the birth of every icon is a dream unconstrained by time. A dream discovered in the lush, volcanic jungles of Indonesia. Filled with rich history, full of life. A box of wonders, discovered and forged.



Each stone formed by the wrath mother nature. Eruption, destruction, ash. A birth in a dark and desolate atmosphere no organism can bear. A treasure with a history only time can tell.

Each stone formed by the wrath mother nature. Eruption, destruction, ash. Birth in a dark and desolate atmosphere no organism can bear. A treasure with a history only time can tell.

Each stone formed by the wrath mother nature. Eruption, destruction, and ash. Birth in a dark and desolate atmosphere that no life form can bare. A treasure with a history only time can tell.



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Generations of rest interupted when the stone meets a hand. A dichotomy that a delicate touch should finish an art piece with such a tempestuous past. Years of craft, creativity, and skill provide an old soul with a new purpose.

 

Generations of rest interrupted when the stone meets a human hand. A dichotomy that a delicate touch should finish an art piece with such a tempestuous past. Years of labour, creativity, and skill provide a new purpose to an old soul.

 

Generations of rest interupted when the stone meets a human hand. A dichotomy that a delicate touch should finish an art piece with such a tempestuous past. Years of labour, creativity, and skill provide a new purpose to an old soul.