女性はキモノを着ている。

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the streets of Kyoto. As the last remnants of daylight painted the horizon, Aiko stood in front of an old wooden shop, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She had always dreamed of wearing a kimono, of embodying the elegance that seemed to flow effortlessly through the fabric’s intricate designs. Today, that dream would finally come true.

Aiko was in her mid-twenties, a graphic designer who often felt out of place in the fast-paced world of modern fashion. She had a fascination for the traditional, the timeless, and the stories woven into each thread of a kimono. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she pushed open the door and stepped inside the shop, where the scent of silk and the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms filled the air.

“Welcome!” the shopkeeper, a kindly older woman with silver hair, greeted her. “Are you here to try on a kimono