Floral Therapy (rough draft) began as a quiet meditation, an attempt to heal through stillness, to find softness in isolation. Each bloom became a mirror for my own fragility, a reflection of how beauty can exist even in fear. But as I lingered there, something deeper began to stir. The flowers stopped whispering about peace and started speaking about becoming, about chaos, duality, and transformation.

That’s when BLISS VOL III (Divine Misery) started calling. It wasn’t just about healing anymore, it was about confronting what lives beneath healing. Floral Therapy taught me stillness, but BLISS demanded motion, it asked me to build a world where light and shadow could coexist, where identity could unravel and reform.

The shift wasn’t abandonment, it was evolution.