I wanted the moment after comprehension — not the reading but the reckoning. The Nganasan tradition of sacred groves meeting Corsican mourning culture felt like two peoples who both understood that grief needs a landscape. The moss embroidery is the message, but the message was never about moss — it was about attention, about someone spending months stitching botanical names as a way of saying 'I noticed everything, I was here, I saw what grew on the graves.' The daughter receiving this dress now understands her mother's entire life differently. I let the mist carry the emotion because some feelings are too large for clear light. — Mist