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Crafted from multiple layered materials — such as synthetic paper, acrylic, cardstock, plastic, wood, and veneer — each icon is uniquely composed, with materials varying from piece to piece. The layers are carefully glued and pressed together, then sealed with a water-resistant varnish, providing enhanced durability and lasting protection. Dimensions: 12" × 12" (internal composition) within a 16" × 16" frame.

Shipping & Delivery We ship all orders via FedEx.

• Package dimensions: 17"×17"×2"

• Weight: 1.5 lb  

Domestic (U.S.) Delivery: Delivery options for all U.S. states are calculated at checkout using the FedEx shipping calculator.  

International Delivery: International shipping can be arranged depending on the final destination and may be subject to country restrictions.  

Dispatch Time: Orders are dispatched within 3 working days due to production lead time.  

Returns & Refunds Each icon contributes to charitable initiatives, supporting those in need with food, clothing, and care.

• Returns are accepted for a full refund via the original payment method within 30 days of delivery.

• After 30 days, refunds are not available, as proceeds have already been directed to social funding campaigns.

Thank you for your understanding — your purchase directly supports real-world impact.

15_100_02_L08 I watch the clock — it strikes at five, From five, two pairs of eyes seem alive. Envy and smirks, a sneer like a curse, I glance once more — for better or worse. It’s dark, almost shadow, the clock ticks six, What lurks in the gloom? Ah yes, it sticks. Like a fiend on his throne, lust foul and vile, He glares at me coldly — I sense only guile. I’m no rival — the weight presses deep in my heart, How can this be? I shake, then turn to depart. At noon, the sun floods wide the skies, I feel a lightness, a smile — warmth awakens inside. Rough, awkward, yet wholly his own, In his eyes no desire for a crown, no throne. He waits, patient, alive, and true, No thirst for power to cloud what he’ll do. Only brotherhood, unity, eternal flame, Why heed false time, or chase a hollow name? I trust in one — when the holy standard rolls, Not the wretch who dissolves the ashes in souls. © Seyfitinov