CECELIA

In the early spring valley, remnants of snow still linger as wild flowers push through the icy crust. Blossoms and frost interlock like teeth—as if winter and spring are locked in negotiation, while the budding flowers across the mountains become spring’s signed declaration of war.Diverse floral motifs are scattered irregularly across the gown, as though blossoms unfold wherever the wind carries them. With every movement, crystals hidden within the pleated petals suddenly awaken—like branches shaking off fresh snow, scattering stardust-like shimmers in their wake.