“You don’t wear it. It wears you.”

This living crown of ivory-coloured barnacles feeds on silence and sorrow. Worn by the Drowned Sovereign, the Barnacle Crown hums softly with the voices of forgotten prayers and shipwrecked regrets. Each barnacle opens at random to whisper a single lost truth, memory, or unspoken name.

Legends claim it was once a halo of coral before being cursed to grow mouths. Others believe it was grown deliberately, a reef of remembrance.

Mortals who wear the crown briefly may hear their own secrets spoken aloud. Those who wear it too long forget their name entirely and begin whispering others’.

Unconfirmed sightings in trench court rituals. Believed symbiotically bound to the Sovereign—cannot be removed without death.