The morning light, like the delicate finger of a shy maiden, cautiously lifts the thin veil draping the valley. The last ray of the silver moon reluctantly fades away, making way for the cool blue canvas of the sky.
The Guardian Tower stands quietly on the Lake Heart Island, its mottled stone walls soaked with morning dew, adorned with ancient nettles that hang like crystalline bead curtains, refracting tiny, colorful halos in the dim light. The tower's peak lingers with the thin mist from the night before, like a hazy magical crown.
The lake surrounding the island is like a gigantic, not yet fully awakened onyx mirror. On the lake's surface, the fireflies' glow from the night before has receded, leaving only faint yellow halos lazily floating like stars submerged beneath the water.
