At the peak of the cloud-piercing snow mountain, a dazzling yet gentle light slowly blossomed.
The light spread like a divine ripple, dispersing the dark clouds and softening the wind and snow. The blue sky reappeared, and the golden sunlight mingled with the pure white snowflakes, sprinkling over the scarred capital, enveloping everything in incomparable tranquility.
Basking in that light, people fell asleep one after another, with gentle breezes cradling their bodies, letting them lie down softly.
Their expressions lost all weariness and fear, becoming calm and serene, like animals fully stocked with food and fat, unperturbedly welcoming hibernation in their safe nests, peacefully slipping into slumber.
And the snowflakes, which should have drawn away body heat, instantly melted into warm life force upon touching people, even reviving those on the verge of death, restoring their chests to vigorous rise and fall, washing away all pain, leaving only dreamless rest.
