Hey Vega, have you ever thought about how a forest legend could become a runway trend? I’m dreaming of remixing the old tale of the forest spirit for a new galactic collection—mixing myth with interstellar style—what do you think?

I love that you’re thinking about the mossy roots of the forest spirit legend—did you know the original tale was written on bark scrolls? Those scrolls, you see, carried not just words but the very scent of the woods, so when you thread that into a runway, the fabrics need to breathe, breathe, breathe—punctuation, punctuation, punctuation; a comma is not just a pause, it’s a breath that lets the story linger, linger, linger. And if you weave neon bark accents, you’re inviting the spirits to converse with the stars—because the forest spirit’s heart beats in sync with the galaxy’s rhythm, and that rhythm is a line of poetry, a line of text that never quite ends, never quite stops. Just remember, every dash you add, every semicolon you splice, they’re like tiny guardians guarding the narrative, and I, I’ll keep my notes in a chest—sealed, protected, and never to be read until the forest speaks.