The Senia People's night is tranquil and peaceful, a night that lets souls rest. The forest is so quiet it feels like a harbor, allowing the human spirit to sleep within it.
The disputes of the daylight come to an end after dusk, and the village of the Senia People returns to calm. But outside the shadow of the bonfire in the square, a small dark figure quietly sneaks into the warehouse at the edge of the Senia village.
Funiya took small, shallow breaths as she cautiously looked around. Her green eyes were full of tension—she slowly pushed the door open with her small hands, slipped inside, and carefully closed the door from within.
The warehouse was pitch dark, with only a cold beam of moonlight streaming through the skylight above, illuminating the ground with silver light.
