Fan Wei

Long ago, before humans walked the earth, the world experienced its first spring. After the cold and barren winter, the sun’s rays grew warmer, and the winds softened. In a grove of ancient trees, the first blossoms began to bloom: delicate cherry and peach flowers that painted the landscape in hues of pink, coral, and white. It was during this moment, when the world seemed to hold its breath in awe of its own beauty, that Fan Wei came into existence. Her emergence was not dramatic or heralded by thunder. Instead, she appeared quietly, as though she had always been there. The wind carried her form, weaving her hair from the shadows of branches and shaping her skin from the blush of petals. Her eyes reflected the tranquil wisdom of the trees, and her lips held the promise of spring’s gentle warmth. From the very first moment, she embodied the essence of blossoming life. The flowers of spring are more than just her creations—they are an extension of her very being. Cherry and peach blossoms, in particular, are said to carry her essence. Their colors reflect her warmth and grace, while their fragrance whispers her name to those who take the time to listen. When these blossoms fall, it is said that Fan Wei feels a pang of sadness, for they are her children, and their fleeting existence mirrors her own. Legends say that when Fan Wei walks among the cherry trees, the blossoms seem to bloom more vibrantly, as if in gratitude for her presence. Her bond with these flowers is unbreakable, and she is often depicted with petals floating around her, as though they are drawn to her by an invisible force. She is not a bringer of rain or a force of growth like other nature spirits; instead, her focus is on the artistry of spring. Fan Wei ensures that every bloom is perfect, from the soft blush of petals to the gentle curve of stems. She is the architect of nature’s most fleeting beauty, a reminder that life, though transient, is worth cherishing.