Story

In the shadowed vaults beneath ancient cities, the Watcher sees all. Its antique eye, etched into the walls by forgotten hands, peers into time—past, present, and the futures never meant to be. Those who wear this mark are not watched; they are chosen. It’s a reminder that truth hides in plain sight, waiting for the ones brave enough to confront it.

Once, the divine heart beat in sync with the world. Centered in a relic guarded by mystics, the eye within the heart judged not with wrath, but with understanding. Wearing this symbol means carrying that responsibility—to observe with wisdom and love, even when the truth is dark. It's not just the Eye of God. It's the conscience of a generation.

Beyond earth, air, fire, and water, the fifth element is will—untamed and unbroken. This pentagram, wrapped in baroque fury, doesn’t summon demons—it invokes rebellion against conformity. Those who wear it aren’t followers of darkness; they are light-bearers in a system that fears fire. This is the sign of awakened souls, rooted in ancient energy.

In forgotten woods, where gods bled and beasts ruled, a creature once stood with the skull of man and the eyes of the forest. Neither god nor devil, it was the spirit of chaos and order entwined. Wearing this sigil means embracing duality—logic and instinct, light and shadows. It is the mark of those who can’t be tamed.

Long before myths took shape, there was a child born of both creation and destruction—a baby Baphomet, suckled not by a witch, but by the spirit of the void. This print captures that fragile moment of potential—before judgment, before power corrupted. It’s a reminder: even the misunderstood had a beginning. Even chaos was once innocence.

Beneath cathedrals that time forgot, there lies a relic—an ornate heart, encased in rusted silver, held gently between hands frozen in eternal prayer. These hands never asked for salvation; they promised it. Not to gods, but to the broken, the betrayed, and the unheard. The design speaks of a vow made in silence: to protect what still beats beneath the scars. Wearing this symbol is not a plea—it’s a pact. It calls to the quiet warriors, the ones who carry pain like armor and faith like fire. The heart is not weak. It kneels so it can rise.