She ran her fingers over the silky fabric and the pleasant coolness that spread through her body was all that she needed, to cast away her fears.

“May The Dress accept you,

May The Dress bless you,

May you become one with it”

she heard the choir of maidens chanting.

The airy weight of the soft cotton felt light, gentle like the summer wind, but she could feel every single thread as warm and vivid. It whispered to her skin, burying old secrets deep inside her body. Becoming one with her being, as it was meant to be.

She closed her eyes for a second, allowing it to embrace her body and the dress, almost as if it would have been connected to her mind, softened all the edges, calming and healing every wound, erasing memories of pain and loss.

“Be one with the softness

Be one with the grace

Be one with the beauty

Be The Dress”

The choir intensified the rhythm of the song, creating a perfect circle around her.

She smiled and gently pulled the fabric, whispering “hey you, welcome into my being”.

The dress bounced back, playfully, and she laughed for the first time in her life.

The maidens stopped and bowed down before her. The oldest kissed the edges of the dress.

“Blessed be the new cocoon

Two skins becoming one

Long live The Sanctuary!”

She open her arms and welcomed the light into her life. A new Queen was created and its powers would possibly save the universe.