Lena always felt most alive in black lace and silver chains. While others chased trends, she sketched coffin-shaped purses and moonlit jewelry in the margins of her notebooks.

“They’ll never understand,” people said.

But Lena didn’t need them to.

One night, under a dark velvet sky, she launched her bags stitched with midnight dreams. She smiled.

The world finally had a place for girls who bloom in the dark.