‘Before the world turns toward spring or winter, a lone goddess stands in silence. The cold stone beneath her feet is unyielding. One eye captures the first light of dawn above, the other peers into the eternal darkness below. She is Persephone ,queen of the Underworld, maiden of spring, suspended between two worlds. Every breath she takes carries the scent of life and death. Opens with the raw, magnetic pull, primal and forbidden, whispers from Hades itself. A reminder that every passion bears a shadow, every touch a trace of sorrow.Deepen the narrative: ancient earth, sun-darkened wood, and a history passed down through centuries convey the cold weight of memory, echoing the lamentations of souls long departed. Yet even in darkness, life awakens, the first drops of spring dew unfurl their sweet petals, delicate and slightly bitter green, like a fragile light emerging from decay. These spring flowers shine like tiny fires in the shadows beautifully, ephemerally and haunted. The ruby red of Pomegranate, jewelled, fateful binds the wearer to destiny. Each seed whispers of love, entanglement, and the inescapable chains of fate. It is both temptation and covenant, the bittersweet taste of surrender. The fragrance begins to warm state, carrying the scent of forests awakened before winter. Damp leaves and resin weave through the air, a living tapestry of renewal.Melting together like sunlight streaming through fractured stone, a golden warmth illuminating shadowed corners. Deer Musk Accord infuses the composition with warmth and primal attraction, while Decay Flowers remind us that beauty is fleeting, love is delicate, and even sweetness carries the hint of loss. Persephone is a cycle, a narrative of bloom and decay, of flight and return, of love and loss.’ – Prin Lomros
