ピンクと青のキモノの女

In the heart of Kyoto, where cherry blossoms danced in the spring breeze and ancient temples whispered tales of the past, a young woman named Aiko wandered through the narrow streets lined with wooden machiya houses. At twenty-three, she had spent her entire life in this vibrant city, yet its beauty never ceased to amaze her. Today, however, her heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of expectation and tradition.

Aiko was the youngest daughter of a renowned kimono designer, Madame Yuki, whose creations adorned the most illustrious events across Japan. The family’s legacy was rich with color and artistry, each piece telling a story of its own. Aiko, however, found herself caught between her mother’s dreams and her own longing for freedom. While she admired the delicate beauty of her mother’s craft, she yearned to explore beyond the confines of tradition.

That afternoon, Aiko had a specific destination in mind. Hidden in a small side alley was a quaint shop, “H