The symbol—weaponized in color.

Some symbols whisper.
This one arrives.

A sharp-cut pentagram—cut from black, then split open by light.
Color flashes across the surface. Electric. Unpredictable. Impossible to ignore.

Point raised or inverted. Signal or subversion. You choose.

This isn’t softness.
This is contrast.

Dark base. Shifting fire.
The kind of piece that doesn’t wait to be understood.

This isn’t aesthetic.
It’s presence.

For the ones who don’t enter quietly—and don’t need permission to be seen.