Chapter 324 The Paper Kite

The darkness of the night is boundless water, the spreading dawn draws it dry little by little, the light comes straight from far away, the starbursts are diluted, the regular tiles are lit up. When you look into the light, you can see the prisms of the trees that cling to the peaks of the mountains, which are black and undulating as they draw a distinct line with the sky. At dawn, when the world first awakens, the earth is half bathed in light and half drenched in shadow.