Burning red ambers and smoky hot ash blaze in glory of a newfound treasure. Bright shimmering red with a hint of polishiness seek a find so precious that even the sun itself is no longer a mystery.Awed with greed in such fine minerals that even a broach would be jealous if it had feelings. Neither gold or silver could resist such a fine holder's keep. Love would burn in passion through it's red shiny windows as a flicker of heat sparks the lust. So refined that even hell couldn't stand the heat from a flustering fire rudy.