C1097 I Only Sweep the Floor

Atop a mystical and elusive mountain, a woman of breathtaking beauty, dressed in radiant white, was engaged in a delicate dance with her long sword. Her flowing silk garments followed the blade's every move, resembling a dragon in flight. The sword's path was mirrored by the silk, and as it sliced through the air, the very fabric of space seemed to tremble, distorting around her