In the frost-bound woods, silence carries memory and power.
Cedars stand as keepers of secrets, frost glimmers with fragments of wisdom.
Echoes drift through shadow and light — delicate, infinite, ungraspable.

In the hush of frost-bound woods, where cedars stand as silent witnesses, time feels suspended — yet the air is alive with echoes. These are not mere sounds, but resonances of all that has passed, and all that is yet to unfold.
Through the crystalline silence, a presence stirs. Not a figure to be grasped, but an essence — as if the forest itself breathes with knowledge older than memory. The frost does not conceal; it reveals. Every shard of ice is a mirror, every cedar a keeper of secrets, every echo a fragment of power carried outward into the world.
Some say this realm is a threshold between worlds, where beauty is more than appearance — it is wisdom, and wisdom becomes strength. What lingers here does not fade with winter’s thaw; it endures, whispering to those who listen that truth can be as delicate as frost, yet as unyielding as cedar.
This collection is born from that resonance.
Each gown an echo crystallised in form, each thread a vibration between silence and brilliance. Not simply garments, but fragments of an unseen dialogue — where couture becomes a vessel of memory, power, and light.