**As you stroll along the winding path, the meandering lotus pond unfolds before you, adorned with endless fields of leaves. The leaves rise high above the water, like the elegant skirts of dancing maidens. Amidst the layered leaves, sparse white flowers are scattered, some blooming with grace, others shyly peeking out like pearls, stars in the sky, or newly bathed beauties. The gentle breeze carries a faint fragrance, like a distant, ethereal melody from a lofty tower. At this moment, the leaves and flowers tremble ever so slightly, like lightning flashing across the other side of the pond, leaving behind a verdant ripple. Underneath the leaves, the murmuring water flows, concealing all colors, while the leaves themselves become even more alluring. The moonlight flows like a gentle stream, quietly spilling over the leaves and flowers. A thin layer of blue mist rises from the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers appear as if washed in milk, or enveloped in gauzy dreams. Although the moon is full, a faint cloud covers the sky, casting a soft, diffused light. But this is just the right amount, for a deep sleep is essential, and a brief nap is also quite enjoyable. The moonlight filters through the trees, creating uneven patterns of light and shadow, with the dense bushes creating spooky, jagged silhouettes, while the sparse, bending willow branches appear to be drawn on the lotus leaves. Trees surround the lotus pond on all sides, tall and short, near and far, with the willows being the most numerous. They envelop the pond with a heavy canopy, leaving only a few gaps along the path for the moonlight to slip through. The trees are all shrouded in shadow, appearing like a cluster of smoke. But the grace of the willows can still be discerned amidst the haze. In the [...]** - Image #3 <@429912470237347841>
As you stroll along the winding path, the meandering lotus pond unfolds before you, adorned with endless fields of leaves. The leaves rise high above the water, like the elegant skirts of dancing maidens. Amidst the layered leaves, sparse white flowers are scattered, some blooming with grace, others shyly peeking out like pearls, stars in the sky, or newly bathed beauties. The gentle breeze carries a faint fragrance, like a distant, ethereal melody from a lofty tower. At this moment, the leaves and flowers tremble ever so slightly, like lightning flashing across the other side of the pond, leaving behind a verdant ripple. Underneath the leaves, the murmuring water flows, concealing all colors, while the leaves themselves become even more alluring. The moonlight flows like a gentle stream, quietly spilling over the leaves and flowers. A thin layer of blue mist rises from the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers appear as if washed in milk, or enveloped in gauzy dreams. Although the moon is full, a faint cloud covers the sky, casting a soft, diffused light. But this is just the right amount, for a deep sleep is essential, and a brief nap is also quite enjoyable. The moonlight filters through the trees, creating uneven patterns of light and shadow, with the dense bushes creating spooky, jagged silhouettes, while the sparse, bending willow branches appear to be drawn on the lotus leaves. Trees surround the lotus pond on all sides, tall and short, near and far, with the willows being the most numerous. They envelop the pond with a heavy canopy, leaving only a few gaps along the path for the moonlight to slip through. The trees are all shrouded in shadow, appearing like a cluster of smoke. But the grace of the willows can still be discerned amidst the haze. In the ...