Stars Beneath the Inkstone: Ten Years of Ink Fragrance, Waiting for Someone to Return

In the rain-soaked lanes of Jiangnan, she has spent ten years in the Ink Studio, the most stubborn ink-maker of all. She grinds ink on a cold inkstone, stars hidden at its base. Clinging to a promise, she has spent ten years making ink and waiting for someone. The young man in a blue robe returns through the rain, his features unchanged, the scent of ink as familiar as ever. The Buddha says obsession cuts to the bone; the ink says the heart has found its home. After ten years of longing, at last the stars shine at the bottom of the inkstone, and an old friend returns.