The sun had begun its slow descent beyond the horizon, drenching the land in rich hues of amber and violet. Its golden light faded, surrendering the sky to the deepening embrace of twilight. One by one, countless stars flickered to life, piercing the encroaching darkness like celestial lanterns.
Above, the moon ascended with quiet grace, its silver glow spilling over the landscape, casting long, shifting shadows across the earth. The world transformed beneath its touch—trees stretched their dark limbs against the sky, and the grass swayed in rhythm with the whispering night breeze.
From the depths of the wilderness, the nocturnal chorus began. Distant roars echoed through the trees, primal and untamed, while the rustling of unseen creatures wove through the underbrush. The air carried the scent of damp earth and the crisp coolness of the oncoming night.
Yet, within the Division 4 base, the energy remained unbroken. A stark contrast to the tranquil wilds outside, the halls pulsed with life. Lanterns cast a warm glow upon the walls, chasing away the night's chill. The scent of roasted meat and spiced broth drifted from the tavern's kitchen.
While the world outside settled into its primal rhythm, the base remained untouched keeping its own energy, an island of light in an ocean of darkness.