The gazing eyes have waited in silent vigil along the corridor of time. After more than two years of heartfelt longing, the cold gleam of metal now gently receives that hope — Ciqin has finally arrived, radiant before our very eyes.

With the devotion of a believer, we carved this piece. Every painstaking polish was a step on a pilgrimage; every line etched was revised again and again between precise blueprints and harsh realities.

The soul of the craftsman wears down time in millimeters, with sweat poured into every component. The clanging is not just the forging of metal — it is the tempering of the self. FS, with near-fanatical dedication, insisted on taming the wild spirit of cold steel into a vision of beauty that dances in the palm. From the ashes of dream, the design was reborn — and now it stands before us.

Ciqin bears countless details that conventional craftsmanship could never achieve. Each subtle touch of brilliance is the fruit of relentless refinement, never compromising with norms or tradition.

This day — we have waited far too long.

And now, Ciqin and Shou Gong stand side by side.
They, too, have waited far too long.