Chroma's Mortal Heart

Mountain mist brushed lightly against jade-born form; morning dew seeped into nascent spirit. From clear stream and forest haze, jade took shape, and true essence stirred. Gentle luster spread across verdant peaks, soft radiance drifting among clouds. The breath of mountains and rivers enfolded Her like wind in an embrace, half awake, half dreaming, aware yet unknowing.