The bright campfire in the center of the ruins casts deep shadows of the broken walls and rubble on the ground, stretching long.
The night sky over Long Lake is floating with faint bright clouds, a silver-white crescent moon quietly hanging over the peaks, silver ash coating the treetops, and a gentle breeze stirring up a rustling silver wave.
Mr. Greyrock stands quietly in the ruins, embodying the silence and resilience characteristic of his species. In the light of the campfire, he appears as a tall silhouette, revealing only a hint of his curved back and the shadow on the platform above.
Like a dream, accompanied by the sound of the forest, it sneaks into everyone's heart.
The air carries a layer of sugary aroma, accompanied by the sizzling sound of fat meeting scorching metal. Atira is using a brush soaked in syrup to add a second layer of sparkling glaze to the golden rib shell.
