The repeated knocking was actually very pleasant and calming. It became a natural sound to decorate this serene place, making it less boring and dry and instilling a sliver of life into it.

The sound came from an old man on top of the cliff. He wore a cheap robe with wrinkles covering his face. Time has left its mark on his appearance but not his determination.

His eyes were bright and spirited, not muddled like an old man at all. They were profound and visionary after having seen the ups and downs of the world.

Seeing his eyes would give...