The seventy-third sunset in the world behind the door.
Outside the window was the last trace of twilight, the golden setting sun reflecting on the streets by the canal.
But under the crimson clouds, the evening outside Kapuka did not bring the familiar noise and clamor to Fang Hong — although specks of starlight fell upon this city, and the street shops were all aglow with warm lights, the streets were just as quiet as ever.
Just like within this hall —
Everything was in its proper place, the towering iron puppets, various teaching tools, and the massive metallurgical furnace seemed recently operated, glowing with golden-red light inside. After the night came outside the window, the crystal chandelier above also emitted radiance at intervals, making the hall suddenly as bright as day.
