Mitsuna Rei -

“I didn’t burn,” the voice whispered. “I became the gold. I’ve been waiting for you to listen.”

Rei took the fan to her studio — a quiet room with northern light and the smell of aged wood. She closed her eyes and touched the paper with her fingertips. mitsuna rei

Her grandmother had been right. Gold remembers. “I didn’t burn,” the voice whispered

At first, silence.

She returned the fan to the old collector the next day. The woman wept when she saw it. “I didn’t burn

“Mitsuna.”