Luna Eclipse Anwen Dress feels like the smaller, sharper echo of the same nocturnal world - all midnight florals, inky blue and violet, with the sense of a garden seen under strange celestial light. There is something slightly uncanny in the colour, as though the flowers have opened only because the moon is wrong tonight. Against the pale, crumbling walls, it feels vivid and secretive at once - romantic, but with the kind of darkness that keeps it from ever becoming sweet.
Outside, the garden is almost black beneath the eclipse. Only the flowers remain visible, luminous at their edges, while somewhere above them the moon disappears by degrees.