The stage itself had become a living canvas. From above, their arrangement depicted a luminous Tree of Life, its roots curling downward in rich silvery threads, its branches stretching outward like rivers of light, representing growth, connection, and the resilience of creation.
Each model was a part of the whole, their identities erased in the dimness so no face could be seen. This was intentional. It was not about who wore the garments, it was about what the garments represented.
Their concept declared loudly: it was the designs that held power, not the names or reputations tied to them.
And then, just as the audience began to process the magnificence of it all, Avery and Adrian moved. They turned with linked arms, their movements rehearsed with royal grace, and began walking through the very center of the Tree of Life.
