Hwei, the wandering artist, stood alone in the heart of the ancient forest. There, beneath the shade of millennia-old trees, his brush delicately traced the contours of an age-old temple on the canvas. Leaves whispered forgotten secrets, and the mysteriously laden wind caressed his face. But Hwei painted not merely to capture the beauty of the place; his art concealed a deeper purpose, a connection to gods and legends that inhabited that sacred precinct. As colors came alive on his canvas.