The sky was clear, and the clouds were lingering.
A small river flowed out of the mountains, turned here, then flowed northward, forming a moderately sized lake. The river banks were densely vegetated and covered in exotic flowers and plants, with bees and butterflies fluttering among them; and, suspended above the river, a stone path led to the middle of the mountain.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The river rippled melodiously, clear and pleasing to the ear. Six hundred and one people stood on the large square, their eyes fixated on the direction from which the stone path came.
Their breaths were light and prolonged, carrying a unique rhythmic sense. With each breath, it seemed they melded into a wondrous atmosphere of fluctuations, each person radiating a brilliance too intense to be directly gazed upon.
