It struck me – I returned to my origin, my end. A decade lost in confusion, exhaustion, a quest to reclaim what was forgotten. A dream of self-discovery, a battle to salvage something precious. Was it my beginning or my end? Living in circles like the moon, separating from the girl within, lost since time immemorial. Awakening came – realizing the core was so near. Clothing making became salvation, a home, a language, an armor. Each stitch healed, each cut’s a story.

Three projects mirrored my journey, a diary woven in fabrics. The thesis: a final chapter, a journey back in time. Exploring the unity in duality, erasing lines between masculine and feminine. Recreating the magic of moonlit nights in clothes. Yet, the collection transformed to the early morning twilight, a transition from darkness to light, shapes got sharper, textures - more vivid, embracing the dawn of realization.