LETOII ATELIER COUTURE 2026

" A.W.A.K.E.N. "

”A story stirred by silence, carried in shimmer, and spoken in breath.”

Tulle like morning mist.
Droplets like pearls—soft as memory.
She rises with the first light.
Remembrance lingers in silver tides.
Drifting between stillness and shimmer—
where every breath becomes
a rising,
a beginning.

In a world still veiled in sleep, there comes a moment—
quiet, sacred—when dawn first brushes the edge of silence.
From the depths of forgotten lakes and the hush of ancient woods,
a figure begins to emerge.
Her presence moves like wind over water—
weightless, instinctive, unseen yet felt.

The air holds the scent of moss and memory.
Dew glistens where shadow meets light.
Each step sends a ripple through silence—
a rhythm as old as the earth,
as delicate as breath drawn after dream.

Light and shadow trace her softly—
revealing echoes of what once was,
and what longs to return.

This is the awakening—
not of the world, but of something within it.
A soul surfacing through stillness.
A memory finding its form.

Every movement recalls the unspoken.
Every glance is a beginning.