Legend of Spring Walking the Earth
Spring walks quietly, almost silently, barefoot on the still cold earth. In the guise of a young girl — fragile and strong at the same time.
Where she steps, the earth immediately remembers who it was before winter. Where her hand touches a branch, a bud swells as if it had been waiting long for that touch.
Spring is in no hurry. She knows: life does not need to be rushed.
Where Spring passes, flowers remain. Not as a reward — simply as a trace.
That is the trace we saw when creating the SPRING panel: not a field of flowers, but the moment of their appearance.
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