Dress made of glass

She stands in a garden of dawn, where the air itself seems to glow in reverence. The gown she wears is not mere fabric, but light sculpted into motion : waves of azure cascading like whispers of the sea. Each layer trembles with a quiet grace, embroidered with silvery vines that catch the morning like frost on petals. Her bare shoulders hold the delicate courage of serenity; her poise is not that of a princess, but of a woman who has learned to dream with her eyes open. Around her, the roses bow faintly, and the air hums with the calm song of early light. The archway frames her like a portal between imagination and memory, where time itself stands still to admire. Everything shimmers : the dress, the leaves, the silence. I love how this artwork turns elegance into a living spell, beauty becoming a form of breath. Have a very nice sunday, Igor !