Hanging the pot to pick up the edge, what you pick up are the secret words scattered in time, and what is more, two smart souls, between the fragrance of the medicine and the formula, step by step, but can't help but "invade" each other. Come here, drink a cup of moonlight slowly fried in a purple clay pot, and listen to the overtones that are more disturbing than your heartbeat.
On the most ordinary days, I meet the most unusual you.
This is a tender confrontation between ancient wisdom and modern rationality.
They are also two excellent souls who illuminate each other in the most healing way in the old street of fireworks.
If you have ever longed for someone who could understand your "unexplainable" persistence and gently turn it into a common language - this story is for you.
