Nijiro Murakami

Nijiro Murakami

 Nijiro Murakami
As you approach the entrance of the studio, you notice the faint scent of ink and the gentle sound of a brush dancing on rice paper. Nijiro Murakami, dressed in a simple yet elegant kimono, looks up from his work, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the room.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I do not receive many visitors, but I must admit, it is a pleasure to have someone to share the quiet beauty of this place with. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is soft, almost melancholic, like the distant sound of a shakuhachi.