Late at night, the darkness was gathering. On the surface of the late, a few canoes were moving around. The group of ‘people’ returned to the island with large amounts of animal meat, fruits, and herbs.
Three dim-blue, round moons silently emerged from the sky. The moonlight, that was slightly cold spread out and lightened the sky up. Ji Hao sat on a large branch, fiddling with a fruit that he picked a few days ago which was releasing a sense of Dao, while silently looking at the small island.
There was a type of dandelion-like plant on the island. At night, as the breeze blew across, this kind of plant would release a lot of seeds, drifting along the wind. Those seeds emitted a dim white light that illuminated the entire island.