3D Embroidery suspended in a wooden frame - She hovered in the space between certainty and surrender. There was no panic in her limbs, only a fluid elegance, as if she belonged to the sky itself. Wind threaded through her fingers, her dress rippling like wings, and for a moment it was impossible to tell: was she being pulled down, or rising of her own will? In that weightless breath of time, she was both.
“Gravity's Grace”
