Indigo-black wool beneath every stitch — never bleached, never cream; the night the red is sewn against.
Dense cross-stitch in red, replied to by golden-yellow, pistachio-green and white — contrast, not a single flat field.
Pattern runs in columns down the cloak; a woman reads her own panels the way you'd read a measured line.
Tribal jewelry — coral set in worked silver — rests against the red so the eye lands warm, then cool, then warm again.