The Guardian Sun woke up on the horizon, painting the sky a pleasant orange color. The shimmering rays were falling on the calm pond water, creating a tranquil effect.
Mohini is staring at Kent, sat silently, devoid of all worries from the real world. Lambu, who sat in a sleeping posture below the rock boulder, stared at Kent with a lazy look.
There are no words to speak, as both of them were waiting for Kent in a silent stare. The Fire Kirin, who had sat on one side for the last two days, stood beside Mohini.
The fire Kirin is happily licking the fingers of Mohini, who is feeding bone fire to her.
Inside the subconscious mind of Kent, images of hundreds of wind chains formed, painting his vision with black and white color.
Without his intervention, his understanding of wind element and the nature of wind currents is growing at a rapid pace. All he is waiting for is the spark that will end this eternal awakening.
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