“A daydream carved in gentle light.”
On a golden afternoon, the creak of an old iron gate leads into a secret garden. Freesia and ozone drift in the air like dew upon petals, light and refreshing. As you wander deeper, the creamy greenness of fig leaves blends with jasmine, geranium, and a faint trace of cherry blossom, like sunlight weaving through branches. At last, bamboo and moss steady the moment, grounding its sweetness into a still serenity — a timeless refuge for the soul.
