There is a moment, just before the dawn,
when she remembers who she has always been.
Her body, a vessel of spells and seasons,
speaks in the quiet rhythm of petals opening.
She no longer hides her wildness beneath the skin —
it unfurls, luminous, defiant,
a garden blooming from everything she once thought was broken.
Each mark, each flower, a declaration of return. The moon does not bless her.
It recognizes her —
as one of its own.
Analog collage on paper.
Size: 4 x 6 inches with vintage frame
Price: 125 CAD