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Tonight however, I’m eager to have a question answered. At our approaching footsteps, he looks up from the tattered manga he’s reading and points the flashlight in our direction. Evin reflexively shields her face with a thin hand from the assault of his bright flashlight. “Easy with the light, dude.” She complains, sidestepping it completely.

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

“Mer see in the dark.” “That is true, but our vision is not the same as in the light, and our young and elderly find the adjustment of vision harder, and so we provide lighting in our homes. I’ll wait by the door,” he leaned against the wall and idly plucked a leaf from that growing up it and twirled it between his fingers.

He looked back at Elara, his rifle staying at his shoulder, his light flickering as the oil in the lamp began to burn low. "The dawn is coming " he said.

With the two gears now linked, I place them on a piece of machinery. "Hopefully this works," I say, placing the machinery on my table. Looking to my left, I grab my lighting maker. I think QuickShot told me it's called a generator, but I prefer to think of it as a lighting maker. After all, back home, the only thing that can make power like this is a bolt of lighting.

The light bounced off the room's ceiling and provided little light but I guess it was sufficient enough to help Casey read. It was a bad habit that she had kept since she got into reading. She'd start reading when the sun was still in the sky and wouldn't even notice that it was setting until she couldn't read the words on the page anymore. Then, she'd find it too much of a hassle to get up from her spot just to turn on the light in the room so she'll turn to whatever source of light that was within arm's reach; which would be her phone's flashlight. I sighed at her laziness and reached out to the wall adjacent to the door for the switch. With one click, the room brightened up and caused Cas

She didn't recognize the place, but her intuition told her she was in danger. Suddenly, a beam of light emerged and illuminated the room intensely. The light made Keyara's eyes hurt. After ten minutes of adjusting to the darkness, it was surprising when the light burst in and rushed into her pupils, making her feel dazzled. Then, from not far away from where she stood, a figure appeared, walking closer, and then sitting down. Its shape was blurred due to the sudden influx of light into Keyara's eyes.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

“Dearest Claudia, I know my letter would be part of the hundredth one you have received today and I don’t mind. I would sleep happily knowing you opened this letter. Whenever we meet again, I would read this to your face and hold your hands to reassure you that the love I feel for you is still as crazy as it’s supposed to be and I wouldn’t mind being your favorite human forever.” Tyson read softly and there was this look on his face that seemed to impress everyone. He looked so serious just like he meant it, he didn’t look like he was reading from a sheet of paper, it sounded like he was the original speaker. Jordan was impressed too but he wasn’t letting it show on his face.

"Yeah, sure. Here, I'll lower the lights." He detours to the light switch and dims the ceiling light until it can't lessen anymore. A light in the bathroom pours out the door left ajar, creating a streak that ends on the end on the bed, and with both this light, the dimmed ceiling light, and the glow of the TV, the room is bright enough to drink, eat, and walk around without risking any incidents. If the lighting is anything other than movie-ready, it's romantic.