Fugax Prati Memoria — handmade glass dome with rabbit skull, demoiselle, wasp, snake skin, moss and dried flowers — Morbid Oddities

Fugax Prati Memoria | Whimsical

729,00 zł
Sale price  729,00 zł Regular price 
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Fugax Prati Memoria — handmade glass dome with rabbit skull, demoiselle, wasp, snake skin, moss and dried flowers — Morbid Oddities

Fugax Prati Memoria | Whimsical

729,00 zł
Sale price  729,00 zł Regular price 

A one-of-a-kind handmade glass dome — wild, fleeting and quietly luminous, for those who understand that the most beautiful things do not stay.

A real rabbit skull, softened by vivid green moss, holds court over a preserved Calopteryx splendens — the banded demoiselle — wings still carrying their impossible electric blue. Beside her, a real wasp, perfect and unhurried, as though she simply chose this moment to rest. Around them: a shed snake skin, lichen in silver and sage, dried flowers in pink and violet and white and cream, mushrooms beaded with dew — and the quiet understanding that meadows remember everything, even what has gone.

Fugax Prati Memoria — The Fleeting Memory of the Meadow.

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Details:

  • Real rabbit skull
  • Real preserved demoiselle — Calopteryx splendens (banded demoiselle)
  • Real preserved wasp
  • Real shed snake skin
  • Crystal quartz
  • Moss
  • Lichen
  • Dried flowers — pink, violet, white and cream
  • Mushrooms with dew drops
  • Hand-blown glass dome on legs
  • Decorated wooden base

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Processing:

Ready to display.

One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown.

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Shipping

Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.

Original design — no copies permitted.

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Size

15.5 x11,5 cm

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LORE

The wasp did not mean to stay, she had a golden errand that day. But the demoiselle caught the light in that particular, trembling way —

and everything else lost its weight. The skull was still. The flowers late in their last beauty, soft and bright. So the wasp stayed. Not out of fate,

but something quieter than that. Not forever — meadows know that nothing lingers, nothing lasts. But long enough to let it show:

that she was here. That she was part of something fleeting, something true. That is all any of us can do — stay long enough to leave a mark,

and hope the meadow remembers you.

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Dispatch & origin:

Shipped from Poland.
Tracking included with every order.

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