The sky outside was an extraordinary sight, a canvas painted with soft hues that felt like a dream.
It was neither too hot nor too bright; instead, it embraced an ideal atmosphere, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily and magnificent dragons swirling gracefully above, their gentle roars echoing like distant thunder—a sound that was more enchanting than disturbing.
At that moment, my life felt enchanting and serene, yet an inexplicable sense of longing tugged at my heart.
Seated in the lavishly appointed room, I felt the careful touch of a woman behind me, her fingers working through my long white hair with a deftness that spoke to years of practice.
As I gazed out at the mesmerizing world beyond the window, each detail absorbed my attention—shimmering landscapes, an intricate play of light and shadow.
