Beads of Faith

Sunlight spun diamonds from dust, dancing above the saffron cloak of the young monk. His world blurred between shades of black and white. Only the vibrant embers of his necklace, dusky-bronze straw hat, and the fiery warmth of his robe saturated his surroundings. He stood, as silent as a statue, his gaze chasing butterflies of contemplation across the endless fields.

Life pulsed around him - emerald blades of grass swaying, leaves whispering, beetles glittering. Yet, his obsidian eyes reflected the distant horizon, and his lips, untouched, held so many unspoken questions.