SOLÈNE Skull Clutch

A siren gilded in calm and kissed by chaos.

Solène gleams with an undone elegance — soft gold skin lit by crystal tears and the ghost of mascara.

Her crown flickers like a vow half-forgotten, her smile caught somewhere between innocence and sin.

There’s a hush to her beauty — not fragile, but slow, deliberate, impossible to name.

She doesn’t sparkle. She hums.

A shimmer that feels like a secret.

A dream half-wrapped in velvet, half-lit by fire.

She’s not meant to be followed.

But you will.