The Seventh Baglady is TᕼE ᗯEᗩᐯEᖇ Oᖴ ᒪOᔕT TᕼᖇEᗩᗪᔕ .She carries a needle and delicate threads in shades of pink and crimson. She sews not cloth, but time itself, stitching together moments and fragments of history that slip through the cracks of reality. Her bag contains spools of invisible thread...