The light of the sun had ceased shining on the land long enough for the temperature to cool down further. The night was different here, compared to the city which even at its most silent moments was still noisy.
The lights shining in the darkness and illuminating the area around the guest house just enough to keep it a feeling of life were not the lamps that were now widespread. The lamps were torches encased in transparent covers, making the soft lights warm.
They were spread with enough space between them, surrounding the guest house and keeping the night company, while nocturnal insects kept them company.
The latter were the only source of noise so deep in the night, creating a symphony harsh for some, but a lullaby for others.
