Baal

Wrapped at the ankle, but not quite held. Sits a bit above, but refuses to be confined. Tie it, and it transforms something between a pant and a thought. A fabric belt that flows as if it has somewhere else to be. It’s not about fitting, it’s about moving, and it never asks for permission. Baal is for those who wear space like they wear time: light, easy, and a little unbothered.