This experience lies in the coordination and rhythm of the work – where mat weaving cannot exist without the understanding between two people. Sitting next to Ms. Hong and her husband, you can clearly hear the clicking of the loom, smell the sedge drying in the sun, and feel the hands that have been accustomed to the work for decades. Each sedge strand is not only used to create a mat, but also extends the memory of a craft village that once sustained the entire region. This is not a performance, but a moment to touch the true rhythm of life in a craft that is gradually fading into memory.