The Legend of the Wh

With his last breath, he let out a sigh and his hand slid helplessly from her face.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,The heavens suddenly cleared, revealing the mountain shrouded like a scroll. The clouds still retained their form, as if stones were clothed in them.。