In the height of Summer, when the veil between the seen and unseen grows thin beneath the hum of cicadas, a wandering witch discovered a strange gathering upon a meadow page.

There rested the shell of a cicada, empty yet whole, clinging to the edge of a story. It was said that cicadas carry the memory of transformation, for they spend years hidden beneath the earth before emerging to sing their one great song beneath the sun. This shell was not abandoned—it was an offering, a reminder that growth often requires leaving behind what no longer fits.

Below it sat a magnificent blue-winged spirit messenger. Some whispered it was neither insect nor creature, but a guardian of Summer itself. Its wings carried the colours of clear tropical waters, and wherever it landed, forgotten dreams stirred awake. It watched over those brave enough to embrace change, carrying wishes between the human world and the realm of nature spirits.

At the centre bloomed a flower unlike any found in ordinary gardens. Crafted from bone, it represented the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Though born from what had passed, it unfolded in perfect beauty, proving that endings are often the beginning of something new. The flower was said to bloom only when a soul was ready to step into a new chapter.

Together they formed a sacred message:

“Shed your old skin. Trust the transformation. Let your spirit unfold like a flower after the rain and allow your dreams to take wing.”

And so this piece became more than art. It became a talisman of Summer’s magic—a quiet reminder that every season asks us to grow, every ending contains a beginning, and every soul carries hidden wings waiting to be revealed.

shadow box 33cm x 28cm

Photo taken outside of shadow box to alleviate glare and shadows

$115

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