Distant Reverie: Peachwood Fan

Description

The artisan cherished the peach blossom fan as if it were her very life. Each morning, before dressing, she gently brushed away the night's lingering dew from its surface; in restless midnight hours, she would sit with it in hand, listening to the wind chimes stirring beneath the eaves. Thirty years had passed, yet the fan's colors remained as vivid as ever.