The stars that make every Resident of the Land of Light fearful upon first sight gradually emerge deep within the clouds. In stark contrast to sunlight, everyone bathed in the glow feels warmth fill their hearts, yet ascending into the hollow and vast Milky Way only stirs their fear of the unknown—although, after becoming familiar, all former fears transform into awe of the spectacular and magnificent.
If there were days of rest, residents could lie outside their shacks and gaze at the stars all night without getting bored, including those believers of the Twisted Vine Church.
After breakfast time is over, residents collect their fluorite lamps and return to their posts. The fluorite lamp is one of the few good things birthed in this terrible world. It requires no fuel, has no pollution, and apart from its dimness, it almost has no drawbacks.
