Yin had already woken long before. He sat outside of the cave walls upon a rock near the entrance. His legs crossed, his arms on his legs so that his palms were open up towards the sky. It was a typical meditation pose, his eyes closed as he seemed still like a statue. The air still had a light tinge of the scent of rain, the ground holding a morning dew, as well as the trees. The sun was shining however, and it was a cool morning. A light breeze moved through the area, filtering through the tree's, making them rustle. It also gave a light brush against his black hair, but he did not flinch or even stir at the motion. He seemed at peace, and slightly like he was indeed a statue. No movement at all came from him, not even the notable movements of breath.