The dawn was about to break, revealing a fish-belly white sky with a faint gleam, accompanied by wisps of fog.
The Heaven's Vault seemed to crack open, letting the sunlight shine down.
The fishermen at the harbor rubbed their eyes, moved gently, and cautiously lifted the covers, crawling out from beside their wives and children.
The fishermen needed to catch the sea, so they usually awoke in the early hours of the morning.
But when they opened the door and saw the sunlight spilling from the Heaven's Vault and the bright outside world, the fishermen instinctively paused—they knew the sky wasn't supposed to be bright at this hour; it should still be a dull gray.
Could it be that they overslept?
That wouldn't do; if they missed the time and delayed the harvest, it would be bad.
Anxiety filled their hearts, they quickly tidied themselves, and rushed to the harbor....
