The sunlight filtering through the tree canopy carried a beautiful emerald hue, gently swaying within the view.
A cramped wooden hut, its brown wooden walls studded with two rows of planks, secured with iron wire on which were lined up various bottles and jars—cloudy glass, pottery, and even wooden ones, containing cinnamon bark, lilacs, or sheep milk cheese and other spices. On another wall, a row of iron hooks held several animal hides, gray-brown or fiery red, resembling bear and fox furs, next to which was a window.
The late summer breeze brushed past the white mountain peaks, and rich green ivy climbed in through the window frame, its palm-sized leaves quivering slightly.
Outside the window were cloud shadows and celestial light, a solitary peak standing proud.
