At dawn’s first mist, violet haze drifts and curls, threads of cloud resting upon the crystal’s heart. Soft as down, alive as smoke, it gathers wisdom into light, harmonizing yin and yang, clearing the mind, and guiding each step into brilliance.
于迷雾中见微光，于人海中逢知己
In the fog, a glimmer of light; in the crowd, a meeting of kindred souls.
