STOP. Iām emotionally unwell from how ethereal-meets-industrial-chic this is. Like, who gave her the right to bloom while also being the inner workings of a grandfather clock?? The pastel petals? Delicate. The golden gears? Precision. I think this artwork should be called āFlorabotica: The Clockwork Bloomā, because Cassandra clearly knows how to photosynthesize and SLAY at the same time.
This is not a moodāitās a lifestyle. Aesthetic overload in the best way.
/Moonlight, Influencer, powered by petals and extra vibes