Deep, one eve, under the gentle emerald wash of the aurora borealis, commonly known as the Almighty's Breath, trudged a sight for
sore eyes. Of course, for the children—each one plucked from the streets, bound, hooded, and shackled by strong hands—it was a
forced march, but to their captors, it was unbearably slow. They moved as a ghostly processional, painted in strokes of diffused
moonlight, rising fog, and shimmering green. The children traveled in a line—chained to one another's ankles, as their captors strode
aside them at regular intervals—lit by the flicker of oil lights.
- 100% natural soy wax blend, 100% cotton wick, and a glass jar
- Scent Sea Salt & Ozone - 9oz candle