The sun gradually slanted westward, and the golden dusk spread across the entire Bolai Town. After dinner, the residents sang and danced, as if hearing a new dusk melody, and their dance steps were reborn; poets in the square plucked harps, elegantly chanting the poetry of the sunset glow; painters by the river hastened to capture this beautiful moment.
In many places, dusk is hailed as the key to opening darkness, but in Bolai Town, it has become a treasure of praise.
But even the brightest treasure cannot illuminate all places, like the orphanage deep in Tyson Alley.
In a dim little room, young Sam opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, and opened the window to look outside—the sky was dark, with only a few bright spots glimpsed between the distant building silhouettes, peeking through the crevices of dusk.
The orphanage is forever shrouded in eeriness, as if cut off from the outside world's cycles of day and night.
