Nocturnal Orchard Candle

Dark berries stain the soil beneath heavy trees. Fogclings low, laced with blackcurrant leaves, crushed stems, and damp rose. Something soft hangs in the air — fruit left in the dark too long, still sweet, still pulsing.

Built on forbidden abundance, the kind of orchard that grows without tending. Inspired by night walks, fermented air, and the feeling of stepping into something overgrown and half-forgotten. Lush, layered, and a little bit feral.