It didn’t start with soap. It started with a girl who loved to make things. Bracelets under her desk. Secret potions. A quiet kind of magic that never left her hands. Over time, she changed. The world pressed in. The noise got louder. Her voice got softer. But something steady waited beneath it all. And now? She’s not rising. She’s returning. Not louder. Just truer. This isn’t just soap. It’s a ritual. A rhythm. A remembering. Bloom & Rebellion....For the slow return of your own unfolding.