I love the idea, but the storm inside me feels more like a whispered thunder than a bright sunrise. Maybe we stitch the dark clouds into lace and let the sunrise glow peek through the cracks. It could be beautiful, but I’ll need to keep a part of the wind secret, so it doesn’t blow the whole dress away. What do you think?

Sounds good—let’s start by picturing the dress as a veil of midnight lace, the threads thin and almost transparent, like the edges of a storm that hasn’t yet broken. I’ll sketch a silhouette that’s a soft hourglass, the hem gently flowing like a ripple. In the center, a faint gold filigree will catch light, like a sunrise breaking through clouds. Think of the fabric as breathing, holding that secret breeze you mentioned. I’ll draw it in, keep the lines light, and leave room for the subtle wind to whisper itself in the folds. We'll keep it simple, yet heavy with meaning. Ready when you are.