A fire in Paris destroyed Alyssa's world.

The studio that carried her countless dreams turned to ashes in the flames. The once carefully sewn skirts, precious fabrics, manuscripts, 

embroidery... everything disappeared in the flames. She stood in front of the ashes, her hands trembling, her heart as dead as death. She thought her dream was over.

But when she stepped into the charred ruins, trying to find even a trace of the past, a piece of cloth that was not completely burned lay quietly in the wreckage. 

It was a piece of silk that still retained its luster after being burned by fire, red as flames, with slight burn marks on the edges, as if it was a mark left by the fire, 

but it still existed tenaciously.

The moment Alyssa's fingertips touched the silk, she seemed to hear its whisper—it had struggled in the flames, but was not destroyed; 

it had been swallowed by high temperatures, but still retained its soul. It was like herself, having experienced destruction, but still wanted to be reborn.

She decided to use it to create a brand new skirt, a skirt that was reborn from ashes. Alyssa spent months carefully designing this work. She cut the fabric into irregular hems, 

as if burning flames were dancing in the air. 

She did not cover up the burnt edges, but kept them, making them the unique mark of this skirt - the traces of baptism by fire, the reshaping after being broken.

She embroidered the wings of a phoenix on the skirt with golden silk thread, and every stitch and every thread seemed to be stitching her once shattered dream. 

She chose the most flowing tailoring, so that the hem of the skirt would roll like a flame when walking, symbolizing the rebirth after the fire.

This is not only a skirt, but also her belief, and the proof that she stood up again after being broken.

When the skirt appeared on the catwalk, everyone held their breath. The model walked slowly forward, the hem of the skirt rolled under the light, like a blazing flame, 

and the golden embroidery shone with the glory of nirvana. No one knew that this piece of cloth had been devoured by flames and experienced destruction and struggle; 

but at this moment, its beauty amazed everyone.