With the spirit, it is no longer an inanimate object.
This stubborn stone can feel the steady pulse of the earth, understand the whisper of the wind, and even communicate in the most primitive sense with the stones awakening beside it.
It "came alive," consciously absorbing nature's spiritual energy, gazing at the starry sky, gazing at the moon, emitting a silent hymn.
A solitary pine on the cliff, bathed in the radiance of a star symbolizing resilience and defiance, gradually reveals greenery under its withered bark, and on its trunk, a pair of clear eyes slowly open, shimmering with nascent wisdom.
"Eh? Isn't this the seed I left in the Primordial?" A little squirrel pondered over the Space-Time River.
It saw that solitary pine.
"Since you awoke with Spiritual Wisdom due to a chance coincidence, let me give you a name. Hmm... let's call you Xuan Song!"
"You ask who I am?"
The little squirrel paused, then looked down at the pine cone in its arms, took a couple of bites.
