༻𝔗𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔:𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂༺ 🫖 In twilight’s hush, where shadows weave, A teacup waits, a story to receive. Crafted from earth, where ancient secrets sleep, Yixing’s clay, a vessel to keep. 🌸 Like whispers of wind through forest bows, The potter’s hands shape whispers of time’s vows. Zisha, the clay, with tales imbued, A conduit of flavors, long pursued. 💟 In purple sand, the leaves’ dance begins, Gaiwan’s curves, a ritual’s gentle wings. Each curve