A one-of-a-kind handmade glass dome — whimsical, witchy and quietly alive, for those who understand that the most interesting places are always the ones where two worlds meet. The dome is divided. Not by design, but by something older — the way a crossroads divides a road, the way a season divides a year. On one side: summer. Pink and violet blooms, fresh and full, the kind of abundance that doesn’t know yet that it’s ending. On the other: autumn. Orange, red and gold — the colours of things that have decided to burn beautifully before they go. A carved pumpkin peeks from beneath the autumn half, small and grinning, as though it has been waiting for you to notice it. A piece of fluorite catches the light in the summer zone. A shed snakeskin winds through the composition — a reminder that transformation is not loss, but continuation. At the centre of it all: a nutria skull, delicate and pale, holding a flower in its jaws. Resting on the skull, a Speckled Wood butterfly (Pararge aegeria). An ornate nameplate reads: Crossroads. In witchcraft, the crossroads is a place of power — a liminal space between worlds, between seasons, between what was and what is becoming. It is where decisions are made, where spirits gather, where magic is strongest. This dome is exactly that: a place where summer and autumn meet and neither one wins. _______________________________ Details Nutria skull holding a flower Preserved Pararge aegeria butterfly (Speckled Wood) Summer side: heather, pink and violet blooms, limonium, yarrow Autumn side: strawflower (Xerochrysum), paper lantern flowers, rust-coloured flax, wheat ears, foxtail grass (Setaria), pine cone Moss throughout Small carved pumpkin face Fluorite crystal Shed snakeskin Ornate nameplate inscribed: Crossroads Glass dome on wooden base — hand-painted, stained and sanded, with ornamental legs and engraved nameplate Back finished with Morbid Oddities logo Fully handmade arrangement _______________________________ Processing Ready to display. One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown. _______________________________ Shipping Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery. Original design — no copies permitted. _______________________________ Size 18 cm x 21 cm _______________________________ LORE There is a place where the road splits and neither direction has a name. The grass grows differently there — greener on one side, golden on the other, as though the earth itself cannot decide what season it is. She found the skull at the crossroads. It was holding a flower, which she thought was strange, and then she thought: perhaps it isn’t strange at all. Perhaps everything at the crossroads holds something it picked up on the way. The butterfly arrived later. It chose the bone to rest on — not the roses, not the blooms burning orange and red on the autumn side, not the cool fluorite catching the last of the summer light. The bone. As though it recognised something there. The pumpkin watches from below. It has been watching for some time. It is not alarmed. This is what the crossroads looks like when you stop long enough to see it. Not a place of danger. A place of everything, all at once, held very still under glass.
