From the depths emerges a living timber, a pulse of the sea transformed into torment— red coral that, amidst the cold wind, anchors its body, sacred and captive. Its branches extend an ancient sorrow, while the waters hold fast to the lament; it is more than mere wood—it is the suffering of a god of salt, witnessed by the ocean. Upon the rock, kissed by the surging waves, the cross rises with its mystical imprint, a place where death reveals its light to us. Thirion sculpts a faith that ascends, fusing the abyss with sublime purity; and in red coral, compassion confronts us.