On this night, the moon hung high in the sky, a cool breeze drifting leisurely by.
The island, remote from all hustle and bustle, was ominously silent. Even the sounds of insects and birds seemed remarkably faint. Leaves swept across by the evening breeze fluttered beneath the brilliant moonlight, creating a serene scene.
Naturally, the inhabitants of the island did not appreciate this beautiful landscape.
There were three paths leading up the mountain, with two sentinels stationed on each one. Their tall, upright figures stood under the night sky like statues, exuding a strong sense of deterrence.
Under the cover of the hazy twilight, Flossie Wright and Janice Wood, well-fed and contented, casually strolled at the foot of the mountain. They randomly chose a path to ascend, sneaking in the gaps where their movements were concealed. Eventually, during the shift change of the sentries, they managed to hide behind the two new sentries without them noticing.
