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In 2020, something happened.
A group of people came back from clinical death.
No explanation. No headlines.
They returned… altered.
Different minds. Different eyes.
Each one touched something beyond.
One of them vanished.
No name. No trace.
Only fragments remained:
sketches, journals, visions.
Lines like cracks in reality.
Monochrome. Torn. Raw.
They weren’t fashion.
They were messages.
We found them.
We understood.
Preparing for Rebirth was born
from that silence between lives.
From the void between breaths.
From a need to speak without words.
We don’t follow seasons.
We follow cycles.
Each garment is a scar.
Each silhouette — a memory.
Each seam — a rebirth.
This isn’t clothing.
It’s a ritual.
For those who’ve lost themselves.
And know they’ll return.
Did he exist?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But the feeling is real.
And it’s waiting for you.
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