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The Story
The illusion of 4 A.M.
It was the first thing the house made. Hot iron and steam set the shape, molecular musks hold it open, and nothing fills the middle. A cold and empty space, and absence is the whole subject.
Nothing in it is decorative. It is worn as a veil rather than in points: sprayed high, left to fall, settling around the body like a cocoon instead of sitting where it lands.
The Notes
The Brand






















