As the morning sun shone brightly on the courtyard, causing the animal symbols on the pillars at the corners to shimmer, two black-and-white dressed monks stood by Kai's door, their hands folded on their chests.
Breezing warm wind gushed through Kai's room, waving through the open window and filling the room.
Small green leaves floated with the rhythm of the wind, spiralling and falling on the white-laced bed, landing on the top surface and the square-patterned ground.
Shovelling sounds echoed in the room as Kai remained in the loop of picking and placing the books he was given the first day he entered the temple in the unzipped black bag placed at one side of the bed.
Kai sighed as he saw the black book Lieutenant Gray had gifted to him on his eighth birthday.
He picked it up, wiped the slight dust covering it, and traced his fingers on the words carved on the top surface, then closed his eyes.
