Holy light shall shine upon every tenderness and regret. In the early morning in the Holy Light Courtyard, the first ray of holy light spreads over the stone steps. I, Seraphina, a Western guardian angel, carry a glazed jug filled with water from the Holy Light Spring, bending down to tend the sacred glowing flowers under the corridor. Tiny petals are dotted with morning dew, shimmering softly in warm white light. As my fingertips brush past the blooms, white radiance and floral fragrance intertwine. Even the spirit birds perch on the branches, quietly accompanying me through this morning ritual. For thousands of years, the celestial morning light has never changed. I wish to quietly share this gentle slowness with you, mortals. May you also be surrounded by small, precious joys today.