A beautiful sin that makes the soul tremble.

What quenches the throat is the sweet silence held within a masterpiece. What you wear is a dense fantasy, rich enough to repaint reality itself.

Each time the hem of this dress sways, the “savage sense of beauty” within you awakens.

Drowning in the mystery of celestial green, staining the heart with drops of bordeaux, enclosing oneself within the glow of gold.

To be “loved by heaven” is not to be saved. It is to sell one’s soul to beauty, and to transform oneself into a work of art.

What is reflected in the mirror is no longer you. It is a queen who devours beauty and lives for eternity within a distant myth. Now—yield to temptation. For that is the path to a far greater happiness.

Within the mirror, there is another version of yourself. Having inhaled the decadence of the eighteenth century and clothed in the colors of classical painting, you are no longer owned by anyone.

Like a ballerina who abandons her freedom backstage in exchange for a fleeting moment of rapture. When you sink your toes into this square toe, you are captured by a prison called beauty.

Gold is desire, silver is silence, bordeaux is forbidden passion, and celestial green is a one-way ticket to an unseen heaven.

To follow one’s conscience is the choice of the dull-minded. Yield to temptation, and together with this pair, walk toward the eternal

“Melted Honey (Gold)” warms upon the skin. A naked temptation that claims the spotlight, and leaves no gaze to another.

“Moonlight’s Accomplice (Silver)” another self that exists only within the mirror. The color of shadows that share your secrets.

“Traces of an Aphrodisiac (Bordeaux)” the lingering aftertaste of what has been drained. A passion so addictive that once touched, it will never let you go.

“On the Shore of an Unseen Dream (Celestial Green)” carrying you away to somewhere far beyond. A forbidden hue where prayer and premonition intertwine, a color not meant for this world.