Morning light gently reveals itself.
The pale golden sunlight has yet to dispel the mist among the trees, adding a layer of ethereal gauze to the forest.
The birds sing crisply, like the tinkling sound of a mountain stream.
From the distant ancient temple, a faint and solemn chanting can be heard, highlighting the tranquility and serenity of this place.
A young man, naked, appears in the secluded depths of the forest.
He sits upon a massive, smoothly polished stone.
A blue canvas bag is casually tossed aside.
The man's eyes are slightly closed, his back straight, hands naturally resting on his knees, palms facing upward.
His breathing is long and steady, seemingly merging with the surrounding flora, mountain winds, indistinguishable from them.
A few bold sparrows even hop beside him, tilting their heads to look at him, occasionally pecking at pine nuts under fallen leaves.
Unless one approaches closely, examining carefully.
