Light and Flame

光と炎

At first glance, she is fragile, with delicate fingers and a quiet voice. But in her hands, metal melts to her will, transforming from a rough piece of steel into something almost alive. Every morning she wears a heavy leather apron and gloves. Her hair is in a bun, her eyes focused. The workshop is filled with the smell of heated iron, oil and charcoal. In this realm of fire and hammer, she feels real.