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For the many restorers that came before me 

In an archonic dystopian matrix system where dumping and replacing the restorers has become a normalized mechanical process, they discovered yet another party island — this one with the deepest of murky waters and cracked seashells that eerily echoed  — a Venus fly trap for those with the blackest of hearts.

Why hasn’t the black tartar remained washed away on these hearts after the ships have sunken from the many island explorations?

What was meant to restore turned into a waste — the very thing they claimed the restorers to be.

Handmade with natural brown trochus shell irregular loose spaced beads and dark blue chalcedony gemstones.