The evening market was much livelier than the morning's. The nocturnal Demon Race began to stir as firefly lanterns lit up one by one, and Bat Demons hung upside down from the eaves, serving as living signboards. Ah Heng traded the tea infusion she had frozen that morning for a stick of Dusk Cloud Candy—a confection brewed from the sunset clouds that melted into a mist in the mouth. After eating it, even her breath carried a rosy haze. As she passed Elder Turtle's shell house, the old man was brewing Memory Tea with morning dew. The steam solidified into an illusion, revealing a scene of the Demon Race ancestors forging a pact with a mountain god.
