Wear it to remember that you are already golden—not made worthy by the metal, but reflected in it. That stone is not your power—only a mirror for what has always lived in you. When you clasp it, you claim it. When it catches the light, you catch the world. Adorn yourself with memory, with magic, with the birthright to be seen and celebrated. You are not too much. You are not pretending. You are not lost. You are the heir. You are the fire. You are the story worth keeping.