The gentle orange rays of the sun poured into the room, illuminating the simple yet refined space, where high-quality furniture and exquisite objects seemed to whisper tales of elegance.
Outside, the chirping of birds filled the air, a symphony of melodic trills and cheerful tweets that harmonized with the soft rustling of leaves in the morning breeze.
A man stood before the bed, his snow-white hair still damp from a recent bath, with droplets of water trickling down onto his rugged, battle-hardened physique.
The muscles, honed from countless battles, rippled beneath his skin as he moved. His gaze, however, remained fixed on the neatly folded clothes laid out on the broad mattress, his attention drawn to the crisp white shirt that awaited him.
The scent of green tea wafted in from beyond his door, its subtle bitterness a familiar comfort that seemed to seep into the room.
