In a Golden Palace surrounded by clouds and flying cranes on the backyard of the Golden Palace, someone wearing a grey robe with a wooden scepter on his right hand gripped it tight as he looked at the sky above.
He sees the cloudless skies and he sighed. Then he saw the sword coming down from the Heavens and he sighed once again.
Then he loosened the grip on his scepter but his eyes are shining brightly
This man is not old but there is wrinkles on his face.
He stands straight but there is a feeling of tiredness that emanates out of him feeling like he is an old person of the world that have weathered many storms and vicissitudes of life.
The more he sees and look at the sky, the more he seems dispirited.
'Ah' he said and then he laughs a bit. The crane on the floating clouds on top of the roof of the veranda of this pavilion made some noise.
