I am here.
I am with you.
I am Presence.
I am support, guidance, solace.
I have no voice, because I am innocent.
I have no hands, because I neither take nor take away.
I have no human face, because I have a star inside.
I am your Daymon.
The soul of each of us is given a unique daimon before we are born, and it has selected an image or pattern that we live on earth. This soul-companion, the daimon, guides us here; in the process of arrival, however, we forget all that took place and believe we come empty into this world. The daimon remembers what is in your image and belongs to your pattern, and therefore your daimon is the carrier of your destiny.
Before the metal there was a perfume, and the perfume has a name: Daymon. It comes from the house of Mendittorosa.
Whoever wears the perfume feels they are not alone in the room. But a perfume lasts an afternoon, and to stay on the skin the Daymon takes a body.
The monile has the weight the perfume lacks. They share a name because they are one thing in two states, like water and ice.
The Daymon could live anywhere. For its first appearance it chooses the form of the cat and gives life to the La Felide collection.
The paws of La Felide are drawn from life: a cat's palm with its five ovals. Manto and Palmo carry its exact measure; the other three monili distill it.
What forms will the Daymon take next? The only way to find out is to question it, or rather to let it question you.
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