The Yin and the Yang, the two balanced forces, ever in opposition, ever in flux. Outside, the simple and spartan white gold band, unadorned, pure. But inside, hidden from the eye, is what gives this ring its soul, what gives it its platonic ideal. The ebony hiding close to the skin shows itself only to whom the wearer chooses; its uniqueness is revealed only through intention, and to all else, to those unworthy, it exists merely as a white gold band. This ring is the hidden passageway behind a bookshelf. The secret compartment at the bottom of an empty chest. A true heart of darkness.