Mountain Breeze Carries Dew

There is wind in the mountains, there is spirit in the dew, and the bluestone carries the gentleness of the years. In a quiet mountain village on the D7 plane, Ahe and Aying guard an ancient mountain temple. When the morning dew is still there, they squat under the altar table and trace the mysterious spiral patterns on the stone slabs. When the sun rises, they push the bamboo cart to Chenling Mill, grind the dew grass into sweet juice, and send it to the second grandmother's home. Ziwei Yaoyao lives in the back mountain. She gets up in the morning to draw star maps and listen to the echo of the mountain stream. There are often shadows swaying gently on the stream surface, and bright lines like stars, guiding Ah Che to net baskets full of fresh fish. The Chenling mill is constantly rotating, and the grain chaff is patterned by the wind, echoing the pattern of the bluestone slabs. Guests from outside the mountain An Ran occasionally come by and watch the mill rotate to protect the stability of this place. There is no dispute or suffering here, only the sweetness of peppermint candies, the clearness of vegetation, and the singing of music and spirits. All things have animism, and mountains and rivers are peaceful. The daily life of Ahe and Aying is the healing brought by the mountain breeze, the perfection of worry-free life every year, and hides the purest and most stable tenderness in the world.