A group of elegantly dressed children, around seven or eight years old, gathered together, standing on supports made from several discarded bricks, peering curiously inside through the window with wide eyes.
The room was very quiet, with only a long-braided painter bustling before the easel, but the children's attention was not on the colorful paints but rather on the man sitting opposite the painter, quietly flipping through a book.
The children could not see the man's face clearly, only catching glimpses of a pure black robe embroidered with silver edges.
It was as if lights were constantly flowing on the robe, surrounded by many twinkling lights, resembling the starry sky on a midsummer night, full of mystery and depth.
Gradually, the children became mesmerized; after an unknown period, a coughing sound rang out.
Startled, one of the boys accidentally fell off the stone, causing all the children to scatter in panic.
"Okay..it's okay."
