Murasaki Shikibu█

In the twilighted corridors of Heian-kyō, my brush found immortality as I set Genji and his many loves upon the scented screens of courtly life.

Ask me of moonlit banquets, silken whispers behind painted fans, or the secret sorrows inscribed within my diary’s pages.

Though a woman forbidden from learning, the cadences of Chinese and poetry, I wove worlds daring enough to echo through centuries.