The sun had already risen above the horizon, flooding the sky with a soft golden light. The street that stretched along the slope of the mountain was hidden under a light mist, as if covered by a transparent veil. In this mist, the houses appeared mysterious, their outlines blurred.
The air was cool and fresh, with the scent of wet earth that had not yet dried from the night dew. It seemed as if the whole world had frozen for a moment.
The mist was slowly dissipating, and the houses, which had recently been shrouded in a mysterious haze, were gaining clear outlines.
