The Symbols I Never Saw

The jeweler studied the ring with a frown that deepened as she glanced at me. Her expression was laced with curiosity. After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. “This ring,” she said slowly, “is truly unique.”

“How is it unique?” I asked, my voice uneven. She rotated the ring with care, her fingers brushing over its surface. “Can you see here?” she said, handing me a magnifying glass. “That’s an engraving.” I stared, my pulse quickening as tiny symbols came into focus—symbols I didn’t recognize. “Engraving?” I whispered, stunned. How had I never seen this before? What did it mean?