The urli itself is shaped like a bloom — scalloped brass, petals holding the water before anything's even lit.
Inside: lotus in every stage. One fully open. One still folding in on itself, not ready. Petals loose on the surface, like they fell there on their own. A small boat, empty, drifting without needing to go anywhere.
All of it sitting on water — not real, but you'd believe it. Blue-toned wax, still enough to hold a reflection.
Sweet lotus and green tea. The kind of sweetness that doesn't announce itself.
