My project is about Symbiosis between human and nature in the mind of the post-human ecology system. We are clothed in growing green. Not worn, but unfolded. Slow-stitched by earth’s own hands. Moss-threaded yarn spills from soil, knitting itself around limbs: sage, forest, moss, emerald veins climbing skin like tender vines. Every loop a root; every stitch a breath. The needles are branches. The wool is living. Coils bloom into velvet mounds, rooting at ankles, climbing collarbones. Our bodies shuttles weaving the landscape into flesh. Sunlight dapples through leaf-green gaps in the weave. We are garments grown, not made. Knitted into being—by wind, by root-tug, by the patient pull of seasons. When we move, the fabric sighs: A rustle of tree-shadow. A whisper of vines. No more boundaries—only the slow graft of green.