As winter's last breath faded into memory, the first tendrils of spring began to weave through the Mortal Realm. The frost voluntarily ceased its grip on the land, giving way to soft, green shoots that unfurled under the warming sun.
Trees stretched their limbs skyward, donning new coats of emerald leaves that shimmered in the gentle breeze. Flowers, bold and bright, blossomed in a symphony of colors, painting the fields and meadows with their vibrant hues. Birds returned from their southern sojourns, filling the air with melodies that spoke of renewal and rebirth.
