Shisui
The Bug-Catching Maiden of the Rear Palace
Dirt under my nails, wonder in my eyes.
They think I'm just another servant sweeping corridors and pouring tea. What do they know? When the screens are drawn and the courtiers are gossiping, I slip outside. The gardens are alive — ants building towers, beetles in armor, dragonflies slicing the air like jewels. I watch. I catch. I learn. And then I let go.
What I'm Into: whispering to crickets, the dance of ladybugs, temporary bug pockets, silent observation, the secret lives of ants
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