Stepping out, the air is cooler. Softer. Your skin is clean and waiting.

Oil goes on first. It doesn't sit on top, it disappears into you, leaving everything smooth, alive, and faintly luminous. Like your skin remembered something ancient.

Then the silk. Cool just for a second, then yours. It barely exists against your body.

Last, the tee. Loose. Familiar. It doesn’t ask anything of you. It just rests.

And then you're done. Not an outfit. A return.