"A myriad of flowers swaying, butterflies fluttering. Sparse shadows cast obliquely, a hidden fragrance drifts."
Xiulote stepped out from the solemn King's Great Hall, entering the palace's rear, into the vast and secluded Rose Garden. His mood instantly lightened, like a ship that had sailed through a storm and arrived at a tranquil and beautiful harbor.
In the early summer, the roses were in full bloom, unfolding like a brilliant carpet of red and white. Xiulote strolled through the fragrant trees and blooming roses of the garden, with a delicate floral scent lingering at his nose. Hummingbirds and butterflies, attracted by the fragrance, danced among the flowery trees, like elves that had descended to the mortal realm.
"Yo! Yo!"
