Dance of Disharmony?

Alden was seated on a chair, peacefully sipping tea.

The chair was situated right under a magnificently beautiful golden tree.

His expression was one of utmost calm, as if he had reached some sort of Nirvana.

World is illusionary. Truth is false. False is also false. What's within oneself is the only truth.

He muttered some philosophical lines within his mind which made absolutely no sense.

Well, how could they?

It was just some random gibberish he had thought of at the moment.

He was fed up with this trial.

This damned monkey was like the final boss of some undefeatable game.

Alden had been trying to defeat that guy for the last two days. He had used up seven of his tries, and only three chances remained.

So his mind had short-circuited and he had reached Nirvana…

In the past few days, he had learned a few things.