Wind blows light. The grass dances with grace. The smell of jasmine lingers into the nose. From far, the grass looks just like a green carpet. Soft. Meadow.
A beautiful sight to remember. Store and keep deep into the memory.
The finger keeps storking the brush on the off white parchment. Minds wander a bit before continues stroking delicately. Sometimes, the finger stops dancing, try to figure what should it goes after the last word.
From afar, the ear catches a melodic sound, coming straight from the outside.
Khittan stands up from his chair, checking outside due to curiosity. It's been a while since he heard those melodious sound around The House of Jade. Usually, no one ever dares to make a noise. He is sensitive to it. Especially, at night. As he is a light sleeper, even a droplet sounds can wake him up.
It will cost him the next day.
However, today, someone dares to breach the most important rules ever in here.
