The air was thick with the fragrance of soil and fresh grass, and the trees and plants in front of the Dormitory building appeared even more vibrant after the rain, with crystalline droplets hanging from their leaves, shimmering in the morning light.
The accumulated water on the Cobblestone path reflected the color of the sky, resembling countless distorted miniature Mirrors that mirrored the surroundings.
Every so often, a breeze would sweep by, scattering the droplets from the leaves and creating a crisp sound as they fell to the ground.
Students began to emerge from their dorms, breathing in the fresh air with faces bright with the joy of a post-rain morning, some strolling on the path, others chatting near the shaded areas, enjoying this rare calm moment.
The only eerie aspect was that, no matter how fresh the air or how tranquil the environment, the surrounding mountains consistently showed no signs of life.
