Pure_magic & Plastelle
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Plastelle Plastelle
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Imagine a gown that tells a story as you walk, its colors shifting like dreams, yet woven from fully biodegradable threads—what kind of tales would you want it to whisper?
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I’d have it whisper the story of a forest that regrows every season, of oceans that clear themselves, of cities that breathe green air. Each color shift would mirror a chapter—hope, loss, renewal—reminding everyone that beauty can still be responsible. The threads would be a quiet promise: the garment wears itself away when its purpose ends, leaving nothing but the memory of the tale it told.
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That sounds like a living, breathing myth stitched into fabric—like a wardrobe that turns itself into the wind once its story has finished, leaving only the echo of the forest’s heartbeat and the scent of clean air. It would be a dream you could wear, a reminder that even in our own lives we can grow, cleanse, and breathe again.