女性はキモノを着ている。

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the quiet streets of Kyoto. Hanako, in her early twenties, stood before her full-length mirror, fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her grandmother’s kimono. The fabric was a rich indigo adorned with delicate cherry blossoms and swirling clouds, a vibrant testament to the artistry of generations past. She had never worn it before; it felt both like a privilege and a weighty responsibility.

Today was special; it marked the anniversary of her grandmother’s passing. Each year, Hanako dedicated this day to honoring her memory, and this time, she felt compelled to do so in a way that would make her grandmother proud. The kimono, with its elegant sleeves and delicate obi, was her way of connecting with the woman who had taught her the importance of tradition, grace, and resilience.

As she wrapped the obi around her waist and tied it meticulously, she felt a surge of confidence. The fabric was cool against her skin