A dazzling golden firework rose up from the shore, ringing out with melodious 'ding ding' sounds in the process.
The boats that had been shuttling across the lake neatly retreated back to the small pier on the shore upon receiving the signal.
At the same time, the group of fireflies hovering in mid-air turned into streaks of flowing light, gathered into insect cages at the feet of some grey-robed school staff standing on the shore.
As the insect glow faded, the cold moonlight once again claimed its dominion over the lake, becoming the sole source of light in this world.
The Tree Elves, having felt the arrival of the night and their brains taken once again by the sleeping insect, one by one lazily climbed back into their tree holes via the weeping willow branches.
Only a few eager kappa remained, their bulb-sized yellow-green eyes wide open as they rummaged through the grass on the shore for fat meat worms to replenish their energy for the day's deep sleep.
