Chapter 81: Night Rain in Southern Art County
The first light of dawn emerged from the edge of the sky, cutting through the thin mountain mist. It began to descend from the mountain peak, gradually spreading across the entire mountaintop. Thus, the lily magnolias covering the mountain were bathed in the morning light, making their pink and white hues particularly vivid and pristine.
Along with the spring flowers bathing in the morning light was a swallow.
A black-and-white swallow, though not entirely black but a bluish-black with a metallic sheen under the sunlight, flew freely through the sky. It darted up and down, left and right. From a high vantage point, the morning mist in the mountains became a collection of wisps.
In this view, the lily magnolias were partially obscured by the mist, appearing both magnificent and ethereal. Each tree looked like a blossom, and together they formed a blanket of color, covering the mountain peak.
This was a beauty beyond the grasp of ordinary mortals’ eyes.
“Whoosh...”
The swallow flew through a patch of mountain mist. The scene before it quickly shifted from a blur to clarity. It then folded its wings and dived headfirst into the sea of pink flowers.
Navigating over the treetops and through the branches, the swallow moved skillfully as if gliding through a world of flowers, its view entirely filled with the pink blossoms.
The flowers appeared larger to the swallow than to a human, with each bloom nearly as big as itself, creating a unique sense of beauty. As it brushed past the flowers, it could clearly see their texture and patterns, and the faint ginger floral fragrance lingered at its nose.