Stepping into Misty Reverie In the silence of dawn's embrace, A hermit stands where mist weaves through pine. Footsteps trace an ancient path. The Tea Ceremony, a Dance with Ink Within stone walls warmed by flames' kiss, Tea steams rise like spirits at rest— Ink whispers truths yet to unfold. Snow Cloaks Quiet Endurance Endless snow blankets all in hush. A tranquil end awaits each wanderer.
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