From one piece of gold, no seams, no shortcuts, the Craftsman begins His work. Hammered, shaped, refined, not to break, but to become.

Branches stretch outward, six in perfect balance, each holding blossoms that never wilt, almond flowers, early awakenings, hope carved into metal.

Light waits at the edges, seven flames leaning forward, never backward, guiding the way ahead for those who walk by His design.

Every detail matters, every cup, every petal, every curve formed by the Master’s hand. What He shapes, He fills. What He fills, He sends to shine.

So, when the hammer comes, remember the lampstand. You are not being destroyed. You are being formed, one piece, one purpose, one Light set to face forward.