Tara Set in the Echoes Dream

The Sarah Dress crafted from 90% organic Cotton  10% elastane is available in different prints.

This set features a long-sleeve asymmetrical top with an angular hemline that overlaps slightly at the waist, creating a layered effect. The matching midi skirt drapes fluidly over the body, enhancing its delicate, ethereal quality. The fabric showcases a digital, dreamy print in pastel shades of lavender, peach, and blue, giving the ensemble a surreal, artsy aesthetic.

All our products are made by hand in Spain, you may notice small differences.

ECHOEA DREAM PRINT

She speaks to me of a life where my eyes were crystalline blue, and my skin had a darker shade of gold. I used to walk naked with my breasts uncovered, declaring my service to life. Every evening, I would bathe in rays of warmth and the milk of lotus, while the bees whispered the most gentle songs to my ears, and their wings caressed the winds that fed my lungs with nectar. Taking big breaths and toning, I walked behind the starry nights, reunited with the universal technologies engraved in columns of gods’ temples as my compass. My silver hair told stories of otherworldly beings that would come to lay by my side, sharing their power through kisses and feathered strokes. We would spin in union while Hermes collected all the laws we used to incarnate on miles of papyrus rolls—words that are now echoes in everyone’s minds. Unshakable truths that would bend reality and always reverberate through our cells, installing nothing but love.

Crystals grew around our home, and flowers matched galaxies in measures, serving as portals to other mappings and ways of existence. I remember how cherished all bodies were and how joyous it was to stand activated.

Sensuality was the undulation that would move my legs through the pulse of my spine, in communion with the void in my womb. Birthing new ways of creation was the path of my focused vision through time.

It all still remains, as intact as it has always been—a magic engraved that flows through the threading veins of the All.
This all Being shown to me through my brush strokes : memories that only come through color and silence.