As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, the sky transitions to a delicate gradient of purples and pinks.
The stars slowly fade, making way for the soft, golden hues that begin to emerge.
The air around the tall mountain abode is crisp and cool, filled with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant song of early birds greeting the new day.
Behind the mountain, close to the passing stream, sat a silvery-haired young man, sitting cross-legged, his chest gently heaving up and down as the passing air ruffled his hair.
The golden rays of light illuminated his beyond-average white face. Slowly, his thick lashes fluttered before he opened his eyes, which captivated and enchanted with their sheer beauty.
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