The next morning, as the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, the sun slowly poked its head out like a shy young maiden.
Golden sunlight, resembling a thin and delicate gauze veil, gently passed through the transparent glass and quietly spilled into the small room.
That warm and bright light was just like a magical paintbrush in the hands of nature, splashing freely about the room and gradually sketching a picture filled with a cozy atmosphere.
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