The following morning, at dawn.
As the sky began to brighten, the tent located in the open area on the first floor of the lighthouse rustled.
Inside, an alluring figure stretched contentedly and then began to dress in an orderly fashion.
It's worth mentioning that, since the bizarre Great Catastrophe, although the seasons remained unchanged, the daily sunrise was fixed at six o'clock in the morning.
Similarly, the sunset was consistently at six o'clock in the evening.
This time was extremely precise, neither a minute more nor less.
At this moment, it was not yet seven, and since Area D8B3 was not a land of bitter cold, even in the depth of winter, it was not too cold.
Before long, a fair hand lifted the tent flap.
Amidst the lazy morning dew and chirping of birds, a young woman in a long white dress stepped out slowly.
