In the village, people often worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
Dusk was the boundary; life and death had their order. Before dusk, it was the world of the living; when night fell, it became the world of the dead. This boundary had long been chaotic outside. The living with skills, even at night, could do whatever they wished.
Bold evil spirits, even after the rooster crowed, dared to harm people under the glaring sun. However, in this village, these rules were usually adhered to.
But on this day, they could not be bothered. From the afternoon onwards, a lively, continuous feast was set up, inviting people to eat.
It was not only to send off the unfortunate young and old of Stone Box Village but also to slightly ease the oppression of the past decade.
