Ancient metal bracer, recovered from a lost treasure cache

Time.

So much had passed that the entity in the bracer had lost track of what it even meant to exist. Its senses were limited while not being worn, and there were no mirrors around into which it could project itself for a proper view of its surroundings, or even to perhaps escape through the mirrors to... someplace else. Anywhere else.

It never moved an inch. For countless years, the item waited. For a time it would shift its form every few years, either in the hope of catching the eye of a potential wearer or simple boredom it couldn't recall. Nor could it recall when, precisely, it had shifted into the simple bracer it currently was. It was a comfortable enough form, and the circular shape or it seemed fitting for an empty eternity of nothingness.

The entity feared it had finally gone insane when it first sensed the voices. Dull and muted, as if far away, or heard through a stone wall. It couldn't hear, in the proper sense; it could just sense people.

People!

The bracer yearned to be worn again. It would have been content simply to have been carried around or displayed somewhere. But to be worn was what it craved. The people were close. Very close. The first in an unknowable eon. Eagerly, the bracer mustered all of its efforts to embellish its design and to become polished. It knew nothing of the time or place it currently resided, so it drew on half-faded memory and ancient instincts to guide its form.

Suddenly, the bracer's world changed from an empty void to a heap of dull coins and jewels. It was inside a stone chest all this time?

"Woah! I think we found it." A vaguely masculine voice from above.

"That's so much gold!" A feminine voice. "Ooh! That's mine! I saw it first."

Something near the bracer was plucked from the chest. Some kind of jeweled necklace.

More voices. It was too much effort to make them all out. The group was... some number of people. Four or five? They seemed to be mostly women. The entity cursed itself for choosing such a strong, masculine form of etched steel. Too large to be worn by most women. It could change, if needed, but not everyone appreciated it when items did things like that and the bracer really didn't want to be thrown away.

But then it was picked up! It felt so strange to be moving again. The sensation of fingertips on its steel as someone turned it over to examine it.

More words, more voices. The bracer was too disoriented from the sudden rush of excitement and had no idea who or what had even grabbed it. Yes! Put me on! I have waited so long. I will give you everything, just wear me.