Evening Glow: Airy

The artist tapped the anxious brow of the trickster rabbit. "If we are kindred souls, then what is hardship worth?" She laughed, pointing to the small bottle in her sleeve: "Only by roaming the painted mountains could I gather these youth-worthy colors. Their fragrance is like spring rippling across a pond; the cold scent layers on itself, trapping the souls of flowers in jade."