Cyclamen 仙客

Circles of life

Once upon a time people believe in magic and mystics. All the time they prayed and waited for fairies to come along like bunnies ears-upped heeding, like butterflies through the flowers wavering. Now tracing back to the source of the cryptic names down the crust, it is from the start and in the end but a charm in a shape round – completion of a cycle, yet open to endless rounds of ceaseless cycles.