Purpura | Witches

She was not taken. She was chosen. A small life, quiet and soft, carried gently into something greater — not to be broken, but to be held. The skull was darkened to silence what once was, so only essence could remain. At the center rests an amethyst heart — not decoration, but a vessel. A place where feeling lingers longer than form. The velvet does not trap. It cradles. And the second frame was never meant as a barrier, but as a promise — that what is kept here is safe, untouched, and allowed to simply exist. This piece does not carry fear. It carries stillness. A kind of quiet protection. Something soft. Something held.