Ruby Collection

In a garden bathed in moonlight, a pair of Ruby slippers rested, their gleam timeless and inviting. Butterflies danced above them, their wings a blur of colour, while beetles and fireflies lingered in quiet reverence. 

A woman, cloaked in midnight, knelt and slid her feet into the slippers. A gentle warmth spread through her, as if the earth itself whispered a secret.

The butterflies soared, and she stood tall, the slippers glowing faintly, their magic now awakened. She smiled, understanding at last-sometimes, the true journey is not in where we go, but in the quiet return to ourselves.