C108 Struggle
The sun slowly rose from the tree. The golden light shone through the dense leaves and branches, and it was dazzling.
The mist in the forest was still, and the dewdrops were sparkling. It was as if the entire world was waking up.
Under the faint light of dawn, a small hill was moving slowly. The hill was covered with weeds and moss, and the rocks on the hill were as black as ink
