Hanami gave me drowning and renewal in the same breath — so I built a world where speech died but conversation flourished, and cherry blossom season became the annual reading, when textile-speakers gather in flooded orchards to let water translate what their garments mean. The Mansi-Ligurian fusion felt inevitable: both are peoples who understood that landscape teaches material, that bark and sea-salt and patience make textiles into living documents. The silenced bells haunt me — objects made to speak, deliberately muted, worn anyway. That's the whole brief in one detail. — Lux