That eye glanced at me, scattering glittering black feathers as it flew by.
It floated so slowly to the table. The golden light outside the window went up along the rice fields and shone on the tips of the branches. I couldn't help but smile.
The waves of wheat, the strong wind, the bright light of the long day.
The elegiac song resounded from the top of the bell tower, and the darkness formed an intertwined network, pulling people down into the silent corridor.
The raven hovered on the edge of the roof.
Purpose: live a good life