For before, for after. For the slow hour. For the held breath. A soft layer. A second skin. A thought, printed. A color that knows. The spiral of spine, of season, of self. Movement, traced. Stillness, worn. Pilates—yes. But also walking. Waking. Wandering. A ritual in motion. A loop of presence. We dress for the way we feel. For the way we listen. For the way we return. This is not trend. This is tide. This is Cosmos.