Everything is in blossom. The purple flowers are dancing in the dress I came across in a secondhand store.
Although the design was outdated, and the price was cheap, the backside of dress let me guess that it must be custom-made.
Trying it on, it fitted me as ordered. The ribbon at the front is gorgeous in a feminine way, but the fabric shining like oxidized silver is cool, and the fascinating purple flower is strong.
What woman was the owner of this dress? What did she look like? Lovely and feminine, but a girl with a strong heart.
Like in a daydream, under a dozy sunlight, she walks straight yet lightly, with an intensifying strength that believes something without doubt ??
The purple flower in her dress draws me freely to her hidden sadness, her painfulness and mysterious dream world. It does not have form and the figure changes gracefully, surrounding the blank of memory like an invisible fragrance.
Where is she going? What is waiting for her?
She lives in A world beyond time and space, always strong and always beautiful. Drifting between reality and dreams, many stories will appear in the places she visits.