The Immortal and the Snake

It had a dream. The mountain in the dream was still the same mountain, the trees were still the same trees, and the immortal was still the same immortal. He was practicing swordsmanship, or rather, teaching it the Way of the Sword. The gleaming blade looked especially beautiful in the sunlight. His sword technique was clearly mighty, yet he wielded it with effortless grace, using little force to overcome great strength, like clouds drifting across the sky. Petals drifted gently down from the tree and landed in his hair. Beneath the tree, the snake coiled up and dozed lazily. He was not annoyed, but simply smiled. Theme: