That’s a wicked idea—black‑mesh that never bleeds into the void, velvet reclaimed from abandoned cloaks, seams cut so clean they vanish into the night. I’d layer shadows of moth‑like prints on the fabric, using natural dyes that change hue under moonlight. Picture the runway as a midnight corridor, and each model steps forward as a silhouette of sustainable horror. Let me sketch a prototype, and we’ll haunt the fashion world while keeping the planet intact.