🍁 Nyph of Autumn Light
 
She walks through the forest like the last golden leaf that hasn’t yet fallen.
Her gown, kissed by warm apricot and dusky plum, sways with the rhythm of harvest winds. Embroidered vines stretch along the bodice like ancient spells, and fiery blossoms bloom at her shoulders — a final celebration before the season sleeps.
 
This dress holds the essence of golden hour:
– the hush before twilight
– the last warmth on your skin
– the memory of summer fading with grace
 
A gown for the witch who remembers.
A gown for the healer, the poet, the wanderer.
A gown for the one who knows the light… even in the darkening.
 
Condition used like new.