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The day I began shaping this instrument, autumn leaves had just started to fall outside my workshop. Their golden drift reminded me of the music I once heard in a quiet village, a melody so pure it seemed to carry the scent of the season. I chose the finest wood, each grain whispering its own rhythm. The clamps held it steady, but my hands guided its soul—chiseling, sanding, coaxing curves into harmony. Every shaving that fell was a note in the silent song of creation. I imagined the strings vibrating under a player’s touch, releasing the voice I was carving into its heart. By the
