A version of spring, carefully constructed.
Each piece holds a fragment — egg toast mornings, glossy and warm, strawberry layers and soft sweetness, a small house that feels almost too perfect, swans placed where they don’t usually belong, and scattered lucky clovers, quietly waiting to be picked.
Nothing here is accidental. Every detail is chosen to feel soft, familiar, and slightly unreal.
Recreated after a year — refined, but not replaced. The feeling stayed exactly where it was.