A single hand steadily holds up the Holy Grail, catching the spring water descending from the heavens—water overflowing with emotion and love. Yet beside the Cup, heavenly nectar continues to fall. If one tries to catch that as well, the contents of the Cup might be wasted. It is a moment of choice—knowing what you truly want, for gaining something means letting go of something else. And thus, the story of the Cups quietly begins.
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