The golden sunlight penetrating through the weakening clouds in the evening spills onto the ancient rooftops and dilapidated chimneys, creating an atmosphere of tranquility as the storm disperses. But soon, the thick clouds seal off the escaping sunlight completely.
Lu Li peers once more through the fuzzy telescope at the port by the bay.
The factory spewing black smoke by the water's edge resembles a refinery or some other processing plant, with workers busily moving in and out.
If such sights can still be considered commonplace in the town, then the port square evokes an unsettling and repulsive feeling.
The stone column carvings standing at the square's edge appear to be creations beyond human civilization, intricate yet exuding a deep-sea aura, as if one could hear the sound of surging waves.
Rustle—rustle—
Water stains appear on the walls, sea water seeps into the room through damp wooden boards, rising and swirling with the waves.
