Just like the shadow cast by a church statue, even in the ancient times when the "Eternal Sun Guardian" Amanata was at its strongest, it never spread the scorching brilliance of the sun to every corner of the world.
The night will eventually come.
The shadow has never truly dissolved under the reflection of light.
When the nobles in their splendid robes clink glasses at lavish banquets, there are always those worrying about how to fill their stomachs.
Even in a big city like Neum, behind those grand and magnificent churches and mansions, countless filth filled with sludge and trash is hidden.
To some extent, it is precisely because of the vast scale of the city itself and highly prosperous commerce.
That the stinking land that makes one hold their breath and frown becomes more rotten, deep in darkness, hard to escape.
The sycamore leaves floating down, the comforting light sound of the gushing fountain, the sound of harp strings coming from roadside restaurants...
