Within a modestly furnished room, which contained only the most basic necessities, a single bed, a wooden chair, and a simple table, a young and strikingly handsome boy, no older than eighteen, could be seen lying on the bed.
His breathing was steady and unhurried, his chest rising and falling with serene rhythm, as though the troubles of the world could never touch him. Sleep wrapped around him like a soft blanket, and in that moment, he looked like someone who had not a single care in existence.
Beyond the four walls of that room, the day had already begun to unfold. The morning sun had ascended proudly into the heavens, its golden brilliance spilling freely across the land below.
Rays of sunlight stretched across the world, shimmering with a grace so dazzling it was as though the sun itself was conscious of its own importance, fully aware that the world could not possibly thrive without its warm embrace.
