She, who goes by the name of the Guardian, used to go for a walk in the garden, under the shade of many willows. She wears a white vest, shiny as diamonds, and quartz bracelets. A sapphire and diamond ring on her finger, as intense as her gaze.
She moves among fountains and porches. Over there you see statues of men showing restless desire on their faces, imploring with clapsed hands and craving her kiss on their lips. There are no mirrors in her mansion: the Guardian may not admire herself on her own. She doesn’t care though, knowing she is perfect.
Carved Rock Crystal and white gold ring: in the center a sapphire and diamond pave.