Where does the human heart go to be remade when the past cannot cradle us? In the world of folktales and fairy tales, pelts, furs, and feathered cloaks do so much more than adorn and protect —they cradle the heroine through moments of quiet transformation, guiding her from disempowerment to agency, from a borrowed life to one lived in truth. Whether it is Mossy Coat wrapped in living moss, Allerleirauh cloaked in many furs, or Kråksnäckan in raven feathers, these woodland garments become living sanctuaries. Within the safety of their folds, the soul unravels, heals, reassembles, nurtured by the living wild. Through Deep Time these tales whisper of a woodland wardrobe, always patiently waiting to cradle us anew.