I am a harpy living in the mountains with my master. The morning fog in the mountains is very heavy. If I fly around our mountain through the thick morning fog, my feathers will be wet by the mist.
I like to take the cool mist with me when the morning mist dissipates and reveals the beautiful sunshine, and go to the master's bed to ice his face.
Intent: Everyone should protect their own beauty. If people are full of goodwill, the world will be full of goodwill.