Eight Years Ago…
A house nestled amidst thousands of lush green trees.
Cool breezes whispered through the leaves as colorful fabrics fluttered under the shade, drying under the open sky. Fallen leaves danced to the rhythm of the wind, painting the ground in hues of nature.
Nearby, laughter and chatter filled the air. People bustled around a small fabric-dyeing shop attached to the house. In their hands were garments of all kinds....waiting to be brought to life with color.
At the front of the shop, Talotkan's grandmother tried to calm the restless crowd. But everyone spoke over one another, anxious and impatient.
Finally, with a sigh, her grandmother raised her voice.
"Talot!"
And there she came.
Talotkan, carefree and full of mischief, walked in with twelve heavy bundles slung over her arms. She placed them neatly on the table.
The moment she appeared, the entire crowd fell silent....
As if the one they had all been waiting for had finally arrived.
This shop, this home....it had belonged to Talotkan's grandmother for generations. For years, it had stood strong, the only place in the entire town and surrounding villages that still practiced the traditional art of fabric dyeing.
And now, that legacy rested in Talotkan's hands.
Everyone in the town knew her....her vibrant personality, her playful tricks, and her unmatched skill.
Her name was spoken with admiration and affection everywhere she went.