The, name of this piece is Hana.
She rises from the chill of dawn.
She carries the delicacy of glass stems; standing in silence, luminous with cold light.
Each piece is a radiant figure — fragile, white, and slender.
Hana is not made to bring warmth; she comes to reveal the void with gentle dignity.
Hana is the presence of absence.
She is the poetry of cold light.
