The next day, a gentle morning breeze wafted through the window, carrying the fresh scent of new leaves. These tender leaves, washed by the night's rain, gleamed like green gemstones. Sunlight shone upon them, radiating a unique golden hue of the morning sun, revitalizing the entire Holy Mountain with vibrant life.
A few birds, uninvited, hopped into the room as if they were the rightful owners here. Their sky-blue feathers swayed, and their small black gemstone-like eyes darted around the room above their short red beaks. From behind them, a pair of delicate white hands slowly reached out. The owner of those hands held their breath, being careful not to make any sound.
But the alert birds were not so easily caught. The two birds rapidly flapped their wings, their small legs leaping, and in the blink of an eye, they were back in the freedom of the blue sky.
