Chapter 104

A noble path spurns the taint of worldly blooms, a roc knows its time to soar and cry. The autumn wind blew bleak and chill; the layers of forest were dyed in a wash of gold. Walking through the dense woods in the sunlight, one could truly taste a distinct and special flavor. A woman in white gently fluttered her sleeves, brushing past an ancient golden ginkgo tree. The sky was like a sapphire blanketing the earth, scrubbed thoroughly clean and beautiful by the autumn wind. Autumn possessed a metallic texture: sunlight like gold, leaves like bronze and brass. Yet as they drifted down to the earth and onto the surface of the lake, they were so light, so graceful. The colors of the grass were a mottled, endearing sight, with a myriad of hues weaving together into the earth's most gorgeous poem. Walking in the cool breeze of early autumn, the trees cast swaying shadows while dappled, gentle beams of sunlight filtered down from the ancient camphor forest, bringing warmth and light to this world.