Fantasy | Surreal | House of Dreams

In the house of dreams
Nothing is what it seems
Only silk and shadow remain

Ivory columns, candlelight
A woman walks into the night
Brocade and bone, lace and steel
Nothing here is more than real

She moves like water, cold and deep
The kind of beauty that won’t sleep
Embroidered wings upon her back
An angel dressed entirely in black

The archive calls her name
A century of flame
She carries everything they built
Without a trace of guilt

This is the house
This is blood and silk and war
Every seam a declaration
Every hem a consecration
This is the house
Walk the line between the gods
Wear the history, bear the odds
This is the house

Transformation, skin to art
Ancient words beneath her heart
The silhouette shifts, the gender bends
Where the old world breaks, the new begins

Corsetry like architecture stands
Built by unforgiving hands
Iridescent, born to burn
A lesson only few can learn

The archive calls her name
A century of flame
She carries everything they built
Without a trace of guilt

This is the house
This is blood and silk and war
Every seam a declaration
Every hem a consecration
This is the house
Walk the line between the gods
Wear the history, bear the odds
This is the house

He built the new look
From the ruins of the war
She wears it like a question
What are we dressing for

For power
For beauty
For the ones who came before
For the future
For the dream
That no one can ignore

This is the house
This is blood and silk and war
Every seam a declaration
Every hem a consecration
This is the house
Walk the line between the gods
Wear the history, bear the odds
This is the house

The house still stands
The dream remains
Forever… forever… forever…