The fall of Midnight City has made the light of humanity incredibly insignificant.
As the Vena Refuge huddles underground, barely clinging to existence, only the ironically named Land of Light upholds the faint presence humanity has left.
As evening approaches, Lu Li wakes up slowly, trapped in a vortex of thoughts.
Outside the window, a yellow veil of clouds descends upon the sky of the Land of Light.
Dusk is also the time when the dormant Agate Lake Camp awakens.
Lu Li sits up from the wrinkled soft bed, puts on his shoes and socks, takes the coat from the hanger, and drapes it over his shoulders as he opens the balcony door.
A cool breeze envelopes him; unlike the air of Vena Ice-Free Port, Midnight City, the old sewers, and other places, the Land of Light bears no lingering, ghostly coldness. The evaporating breath of sunlight on everything connects all beautiful things, like the comfort of a late afternoon.
Because the flow of sunlight is rooted deep in everyone's blood.
