Iron Pyrite - Fool's Gold
Woobin retrieved three velvet pouches and set them carefully on the table—the stones inside glimmered — rough, metallic, radiating a natural golden sheen.
Amelia's eyes lit up as if she'd discovered treasure.
"This is perfect," she breathed.
She brushed her fingers over the stones reverently.
'Mom really thought of everything.
Different sizes. Different cuts.
She never misses details.'
Carefully, Amelia began placing the pyrite among the branches. Each stone was secured with thin wire, nestled precisely to create balance and flow.
Kendrick watched as Amelia carefully selected the stones, arranging them among the branches with practiced ease.
With every addition, the tree transformed.
What began as structure became presence.
The pyrite reflected light b
