Gather, twist, brush, lift, repeat.
The Records of a Hundred Crafts says: Observe the five secrets of sculpting. When an artist reaches the pinnacle, their ten fingers dance like silk in the breeze: shaping the bones and defining the form, breathing life into the flesh, blending its grace into a soul, until the clay figure sheds its mortal shell and shines with divine brilliance. Though it lies in the palm of your hand, it still seems poised to soar into the clouds.
But what if one day...
The relationship between creator and creation were turned upside down?
Gather, and it kills. Twist, and it kills. The living gnaw on old bones; in the place of death, new souls take root.
Erase the hatred of a former life; hide behind a thousand faces, while the bones remain warm.
Raise the knife and summon a sudden storm; rusted fingers sprout the roots of spring. The sun sinks low, willow shadows darken beneath the moon, and old wine is poured anew to honor fresh graves.
Descendant of a once-wealthy family, a sculptor obsessed with clay figures x aloof second-generation heir whose family owns a mine
Theme: Legends of traditional Chinese culture
