The silk shawl, draped like a whispered secret over the shoulders, floats with the delicacy of spun air. Crafted from a barely-there gauze of silk, it traces the form beneath with poetic restraint, softening edges and diffusing light like morning mist across a still lake.

Cascade of asymmetry creates quiet movement — the hem rippling in gentle waves, each line a soft sigh. Tiny silk-covered buttons gather at the neckline, fastening this ephemeral veil in place. It is less an accessory than a breath of silk suspended in time.