Sneak Through Winter's Silent Breath
A cold breath mists the garden temple, where frozen droplets cling to bamboo stalks and distant birdsong trembles through the hush. Temple bells chime low, their echoes dissolving into the distant gurgle of a stream thawing in the shadows. The snow crunches beneath ash-smoothed heels, each step muffled by a layer of powder that whispers secrets of bare winter nights.
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