A MUSE TAKE

THE TIDE DRESS

Presented with LUMINARESS

Wherever she walks, the sea remembers.

The city belongs to the water after dark. It slips over stone, gathers beneath the lamps, and carries the last traces of daylight into the night.

And then, she appears.

Moving through the quiet streets as though the tide had dreamed her into being, water rises around every step, folding and unfolding in her wake, catching the light before returning to the dark.

For a moment, it is impossible to tell where the sea ends and she begins.

By morning, there will be no trace of her. Only the tide, and the memory of something beautiful passing through.