Night.
The night, like a weightless veil, wafted gently over the entire land, the breeze crooning like a tavern singer, melodious sounds echoing in every corner of the world.
The scent of spring and the bursting forth of all living things grew more intense, and in the forests outside, the cries of ferocious beasts, varying in pitch and length, created a somewhat cacophonous sound.
In the rich hues of the night, the air was like water, with ripples shimmering across it.
Inside the Golden Wine Glass Inn, the lights were bright.
In the inn's largest room on the second floor, many candles and oil lamps were lit, and the floor was carpeted with fluffy, soft rugs that made a "puff-puff" sound when one stepped on them with bare feet, as if stepping on feather pillows. The fireplace was still in use on the wall, burning good quality wood, releasing heat outwards, dispelling the faint chill of the night in the room, a warmth so intense that it almost felt hot.
