Pearly Whites

They say the Tooth Fairy keeps a vault — not of coins, but of keepsakes. Bones polished smooth, pearlescent and precious, each one bartered not for childhood dreams, but for secrets whispered under moonlight.

No longer a fluttering wisp of nursery tales, she prowls the borderlands between sleep and shadow, collecting what’s freely given… and what isn’t. Her trophies swing from silver rings and delicate links — a grin disguised as jewellery, a smile sharp with memory.

These earrings are not for the faint of heart. They are worn by those who understand that beauty can bite, that even sweetness leaves a scar. And somewhere, in the hush of the Sanctum, the Fairy smiles — one tooth missing, one soul closer.