The next day, a gentle morning breeze wafted in through the window, carrying the fresh scent of new leaves. After a night of rain, the tender leaves gleamed like green gemstones. Sunlight poured over them, casting a golden glow unique to the dawn, revitalizing the entire Holy Mountain with vibrant life.
A few little birds hopped into the room uninvited, as if they were the true masters of the place. With sky-blue plumes atop their heads swaying to and fro, their small, black gemstone-like eyes darted around the room above their short red beaks. Slowly, a pair of small, pristine hands reached out from behind them. Their owner held her breath, cautiously making no sound.
But the wary birds were not so easily caught. With a quick flurry of wings and a nimble leap, the two birds were back in the freedom of the sky in the blink of an eye.
