Magpie

When they told you the sky was falling, you didn't run — you bent down and picked up a piece of it. This is the sound of someone who refuses to be emptied. A magpie heart collecting golden rings and broken songs from the wreckage, weaving them into a nest no storm can reach.

Shiny Things is a defiant lullaby — gentle on the surface, unbreakable underneath. It's for anyone who's been told they have nothing left, who watched the trees and the rain get taken, and who decided to build something beautiful anyway. Not a castle. Not a throne. Just a quiet, glowing place made of stolen stars and discarded moments — a little dream you can sleep inside while the world screams.