Terah

Terah feels like a pause, deliberate, grounding. Its form doesn't cling, it hovers, letting body move without question or permission. The ties dangle like unfinished thoughts, soft declarations of a mind at ease with openness. A collar, barely structured, suggests form without force; the fabric listens more than it speaks. To wear it is to step into a gentler rhythm, one where presence doesn't need to be loud to be felt.