Strawberry Slice Dreamscape Phone Case

A Jar of Preserved Sunshine
Picture this:
Plump strawberries sliced at golden hour, their ruby hearts still glistening with June dew. I pressed them like love letters between parchment—slowly, over seven days—until they became crimson stained-glass windows to summer. Now they float in resin, forever suspended mid-blush.

Why It Whispers to Your Soul
✧ Your Secret Season Keeper
Cold mornings when winter grey seeps in… glance down. See how the light catches those honeycomb seeds? Suddenly you’re barefoot in a sun-warmed patch again.

✧ Imperfectly Alive
Notice that faint vein near the stem? Or how one slice leans like a drowsy sunbather? This isn’t mass-produced perfection—it’s nature’s fingerprint sealed in crystal.

✧ Edible Nostalgia
Yes, you’ll catch yourself almost tasting it. (P.S. The girl in Paris who bought one says it cured her pastry cravings!)

The Alchemy Behind Your Case
→ Day 1
Hand-select berries at their most arrogant red
→ Day 3-9
Press between botanical papers changed twice daily
→ Final Dawn
Arrange slices like fallen petals before the resin pour

Care Instructions for Time Travelers
① Wipe with soft cloth — think caressing a peach
② Avoid solvents — memories dissolve in chemicals
③ When bored — trace the seed constellations