Silver Angel

The silver angel looks down from the highest peak of the shelf, looking moral where the treasures seek refuge inside its silver casket giving a cold glare to anyone who dared venture into it’s depths.

As keepsakes hide away, sometimes, rarely, the darkness gives way to a sliver of light, and the new special object, released into the dark. Takes its first breath inside the dungeon of the deep.

Each memory is frozen in time, like ice in a freezer. Whenever released for a day from the silver chest, the gifts take all the light so to live inside the dark once more for another era or two.