Legend tells that in a drunken dream, Ehuang walked through a garden with a friend. As spring drew to its clos…
Legend tells that in a drunken dream, Ehuang walked through a garden with a friend. As spring drew to its close, her friend wept for the fading beauty. To console her, Ehuang created this art, weaving into its forms the last crimson petals, the lingering scent of blossoms in the air, and the gentle spring breeze itself. Though the season must pass, within these movements, spring is eternal.