Unusually large and intricately stitched, this pair of shoes bears the faded stains of bloody handprints. In t…
Unusually large and intricately stitched, this pair of shoes bears the faded stains of bloody handprints. In the fierce struggle for the Peacock Crown, they were perhaps the closest thing to "eternity."
Sewn by a mother on a Kaiyuan morning, they were buried that afternoon, only to be unearthed by nightfall as their owner fled into exile. Washed when dirtied and mended when frayed, they journeyed endlessly. Year after year, they circled their hometown, yet never once dared to cross its borders.
Then, one morning, they stepped into this inn. That afternoon, they delivered an old friend's parcel to her room, and by nightfall, they finally came to rest.