Every thread here was once a vein of fire. Wrapped, knotted and hardened, they
form a second skin that remembers heat: the burn, the healing, the scar that turns
to gold. Ember Wrap is a body folding itself into its own warmth, a blanket woven
from embers that still glow beneath the ash. Its openings are not wounds but
breaths, small windows where memory escapes and returns, like smoke that learns
the shape of the hands that made it.
