Green Dragon Antajena could see from the misty mountain peaks, nestled among the mountains, a sacred sanctuary that used to be blood-red was gradually being bathed in a holy glow, surrounded by many souls singing and dancing loudly.
As she got closer, Green Dragon Antajena could also hear the humming of songs coming from the fields and villages among the mountains.
Some newly born beloved cubs were roaring the song of the Giant Dragon and then fighting with each other using sticks as weapons.
Some young human children also stuck two twigs in their hair, tied a thick long vine on their butts, and were humming enigmatic songs while playing in groups along the country roads at dusk.
At the foot of the mountain, lights and cooking smoke rose, an atmosphere of bustling yet quiet enveloped the heart of Green Dragon Antajena, involuntarily calming her soul.
