the iource of the conch 溯源之螺

Category: Accessories

以螺旋为笔，在皮革褶皱里写一首未完成的诗。它曾是深海褶皱中的沉默，是潮汐与星轨的私语，如今蜷缩成一只包，背负着五亿年的月光与盐粒。皮革的呼吸随时间生长，从深海蓝褪成琥珀色，像被岁月吻过的贝壳。藏着未被破译的潮汐密码。链条与皮革缠绕，似锚链与藤蔓的博弈，内衬丝绸织着模糊的漩涡，像被遗忘的航海图，指尖抚过时，能听见远古的鲸歌。用螺旋笔在皮革的褶皱中写一首未完成的诗。曾经是深海褶皱中的寂静，是潮汐和星轨的低语，现在蜷缩成一个袋子，承载着五亿年的月光和盐粒。皮革的气息随着时间的增长而增长，从深海蓝色褪去到琥珀色，就像被时间亲吻的贝壳。Using a spiral as a pen, write an unfinished poem in a leather fold. Once silent in the folds of the deep sea, the whispers of tides and star tracks, it is now curled up into a bag, carrying 500 million years of moonlight and salt grains. The breath of leather grows over time, fading from deep sea blue to amber, like a seashell kissed by time. Hidden is an undeciphered tidal code. The chain is intertwined with leather, like a game between anchor chains and vines, and the silk lining weaves a vague whirlpool, like a forgotten nautical chart, and the ancient whale song can be heard when the fingertips pass by. Write an unfinished poem in the folds of leather with a spiral pen. Once silence in the folds of the deep sea, the whispers of tides and star tracks, now curled up into a bag, carrying five hundred million years of moonshine and grains of salt. The scent of leather grows over time, fading from deep sea blue to amber, like a seashell kissed by time.