In a dreamscape between memory and becoming, she stands before the circle of selves—unwritten, unseen, yet always waiting. Each gilded frame holds a fragment of who she once was, or could still become. The desert around her whispers with forgotten whispers of identity, while the air shimmers with the weight of possibility.
Her gown, stitched with time and bones of remembrance, blooms with fading roses—symbols of both decay and beauty reborn. As she steps closer to the floating portraits, she sees not reflections, but stories she never dared to live. Each version of herself gazes back with quiet understanding, inviting her to choose which truth to breathe into being.
Here, in the space between frames and silence, the unwritten selves begin to stir.
In a dreamscape between memory and becoming, she stands before the circle of selves—unwritten, unseen, yet always waiting. Each gilded frame holds a fragment of who she once was, or could still become. The desert around her whispers with forgotten whispers of identity, while the air shimmers with the weight of possibility.
Her gown, stitched with time and bones of remembrance, blooms with fading roses—symbols of both decay and beauty reborn. As she steps closer to the floating portraits, she sees not reflections, but stories she never dared to live. Each version of herself gazes back with quiet understanding, inviting her to choose which truth to breathe into being.
Here, in the space between frames and silence, the unwritten selves begin to stir.
Limited Edition of 10 in each size.
