They say light doesn’t always arrive loudly.
Sometimes it echoes.

This piece was shaped in that quieter space—the kind where thoughts settle and something deeper begins to surface. The stone itself holds that feeling… raw, untouched, carrying its own story long before it found your hands.

The weave wasn’t forced. It followed.
Each curve of wire listening more than leading—wrapping, holding, supporting without taking away from what already existed.

That’s where the name comes from.
Écho de Lumière — the echo of light.

Not the kind that blinds,
but the kind that stays.

The kind you feel when something just fits…
like it was always meant to find you.