The Guanyin I Dare Not Meet

Crafted from century-aged Dalbergia odorifera (Jiangzhen incense wood), each bead bears the depth of dark oil, like a weathered monk’s robe steeped in silent devotion. Their inky stillness murmurs of long-suppressed truths—unspoken for fear they might burn through sacred peace.

Interspersed are baroque-style imitation pearls—deliberately imperfect, their pale moonlight gleam flickering like withheld tears.

The aged silver Guanyin pendant hangs solemnly below. Its oxidized texture carries the scent of incense and the imprint of prayer. With downcast eyes, she walks through the mortal world, visible only when one bows in humility.