Haute Couture van Konoha
by Soegeng Priyono
In the land of Konoha, the birthday celebration of its supreme ruler—the Akuwu—is never a modest affair. This year, he decreed a contest of dazzling absurdity: a Haute Couture competition.
Haute Couture, the Parisian symbol of refined taste, was summoned into the very heart of Konoha. Pamphlets were scattered, buzzers deployed, content creators hired. All to glorify the Akuwu, naturally funded by the public treasury. For truly, what ruler would spend his own wealth for self-aggrandizement?
The Contest Unfolds
Designers from across the nation rushed to register. The prize was irresistible: 100 billion rupiah and one kilogram of pure gold.
Five venerable judges, icons of the fashion world, were tasked with sifting through hundreds of entries. Within a week, they had to distill the flood of designs into ten finalists.
On the appointed day, the palace transformed into a runway.
Ten creations paraded before the elite, accompanied by French wine, caviar, and high-class music. From handwoven textiles to coastal batik, from encim elegance to avant-garde modernity, every style shimmered under the lights
The Climactic Moment
The spotlight dimmed. Silence fell.
Three designs were shortlisted.
And then, the Akuwu himself was invited to choose the victor.
When the lights flared back to life, gasps filled the hall.
The winning design was not from a celebrated master, but from an unknown newcomer. The piece bore the enigmatic title: “Nglegeno.”
Nglegeno: The Invisible Couture
What was Nglegeno?
A creation of pure illusion. Transparent. Virtual.
Visible only to the high-ranking, the content manipulators, and the architects of hoax.
To the common people?
It was nothing.
They saw only their ruler standing utterly naked upon the stage.
Yet applause thundered.
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The brilliance of the Akuwu was extolled.
The prize—100 billion and a kilogram of gold—was bestowed upon the victor without delay.
Closing
Thus, Konoha proved once more that grandeur can be woven not from fabric, but from illusion.
That the most expensive garment is not silk, nor batik, nor handwoven threads—
but narrative itself.
A narrative that convinces people they see something,
when in truth, there is only emptiness.
Applause resounds.
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