On a quiet, golden morning, Lily and Libby made their way up the ancient stone steps of the temple perched on the hilltop. Hand in hand, the sisters moved slowly, their laughter echoing softly through the misty air. The old temple, a serene monument carved with timeworn symbols and lined with cherry blossom trees, stood in peaceful silence, waiting for its first visitors of the day. As they reached the last step, a soft drizzle began to fall — just enough to add a shimmering glaze to the stone. And then, as if summoned by magic, a vivid rainbow stretched across the sky, arching gracefully above the temple’s pointed roof. Its colors danced in the morning light, bright and playful against the silver clouds. Libby gasped and spun in delight, her arms wide open, while Lily pulled out her little sketchbook and began to draw the view before it faded. The rainbow, like a blessing from the heavens, seemed to land right on the temple’s dome, painting it with wonder. The sisters felt like they had stepped into a fairy tale — just the two of them, the temple, and the rainbow. Birdsong filled the air, and the scent of jasmine drifted by. Everything felt still, yet alive — a quiet kind of magic. In that moment, the world was not about hurry or worry, but about beauty and connection. “Look how lovely,” whispered Lily. “So lovely,” echoed Libby, smiling. That day became one of their most cherished memories — the day Lily, Libby, and the rainbow met on the temple, under a sky full of dreams.
