Spring Hidden in Glaze

The night my right hand was shattered, my enemy laughed, saying my porcelain soul was lost forever.

Clutching a bloodstained ledger, I plunged into the storm in Jingdezhen:

“You crippled the hand I used to judge treasures? Then I’ll use my ruined arm to fire living porcelain that swallows nuclear waste!”

AI-made antiques crushed a hundred kilns. I made three thousand shards ring out with the blue of mountains and rivers;

When the Olympic torch platform collapsed, a deaf-mute artisan used his own body to guide the flames, firing them bright enough to pierce Tokyo’s night sky.

When the whole world begged me to open-source my glaze formula,

I cut open my spine and implanted a chip. “Intangible heritage will never die

My bones will become glaze, and my flames will reach the highest heavens!”

[The Fiercest Guardian of Intangible Heritage × The Silent God of Kiln Protection]