In Kugi, the sun disperses into a thousand golden rays, spreading across the sky like brushstrokes on a canvas. A vibrant shade of orange glimmers along the horizon, nestled between the cerulean expanse of the ocean and the darkening atmosphere. The once radiant azure sky now transforms into a deep navy blue as dusk begins to cast its enchanting spell.

     The waves crash upon the shore, accompanied by the gentle bubbling sound akin to murmuring crowds. Yet, the resounding crash of each wave meeting the land possesses a soothing quality, capable of lulling even a restless baby to sleep. The ambience washes over one's ears, creating a relaxation that beckons passersby to linger. As more waves inundate the coastline before being pulled back by the deep blue sea, the water dances with bubbling enthusiasm, releasing soft pops of delight.

     A group of over a dozen individuals stroll along the sandy beach, their footsteps whispering a melody upon the sand with each pace they take, whether slow or brisk. The residents march along the shoreline, facing their heads towards the bashful sun, bidding its temporary farewell. Its dimming light blends with pink, peach, and orange, painting the sky in pastel shades.

     Among the strolling men and women on the beach, Seraphina and Sophie traverse the shoreline, their flowing white dresses swaying with the chilled afternoon breeze. As they walk, they occasionally bend down to collect seashells scattered along the sand, gathering them into delightful piles within their arms. Donning a slightly lighter outfit, a young girl follows behind Seraphina and Sophie, her steps mirroring her friends.

"Hey, Aliyah," Seraphina called out to the girl behind them as they gathered seashells, carefully placing them on their arms.

"Yeah?" Aliyah responded, her attention momentarily diverted as she noticed a seashell beneath her feet, swiftly picking it up for herself.

"You won't believe it," Seraphina said. "Our cousin, Bethany, is friends with a famous person in their place."

"Eh??" Aliyah raised an eyebrow, sceptical of her friend's words.

"It's true!" Sophie said.

"Who is that famous person your cousin is friends with?" Aliyah asked.

"Oliver Podeshire," Seraphina replied. "Have you ever heard of him?"

"...Hmm," Aliyah pondered for a moment. "Oh! Him! I think I've heard of him! Wasn't he here a few days ago?" she leapt in recognition.

"Yep! He's the one who helped restore our town after the ocean flooded in. Without him, our place would still be in disarray!" Sophie stated. She then paused, taking in the beauty of the beach. "Just look at how stunning everything is now!"

"And the sunset," Seraphina pointed towards the descending sun. "Look!"

"Yeah," Aliyah squinted as she gazed at the setting sun. "I wish I could have met him."

Suddenly, a woman's voice resounded from a distance, calling out for her daughter. "Aliyah! Let's go home! It's time for dinner!"

"C-coming!" Aliyah hurriedly made her way towards her mother, unintentionally dropping two seashells from her arms in her haste.

Meanwhile, Seraphina and Sophie watched as their friend reunited with her mother before gazing back at the magnificent view.

     In Runtokgi, the blue sky gradually transforms into indigo, while wispy clouds assume a smoky grey hue, veiling half of the atmosphere. As the sunlight descends toward the western horizon, casting elongated shadows to the east, the wind carries a melodious tune, signalling the approach of night. Despite the darkening surroundings, the sun radiates with intensified brilliance. Its rays penetrate the atmosphere, painting the desert in vibrant hues reminiscent of a glistening gold bar and molten lava.

     The sun's warm touch caresses the palace in Runtokgi, causing its white walls to shimmer amidst the encroaching dusk. Elijah and his wives sit on wooden chairs on the terrace overlooking the grand royal edifice. They lock their eyes on the oases on the distant horizon, marvelling at the blossoming trees amidst the sandy desert.

"The Remaining Podeshire has shown great kindness in helping our land, hasn't he?" Deborah pondered, gazing into the trees of the oases blending with the horizon.

"He truly deserves to be honoured as a distinguished guest in the palace during every significant event, as an expression of our deep gratitude towards him," Esther said.

"Right on," Abigail nodded in agreement with the other ladies. She then leaned closer to Elijah. "Husband? Do you think there's a chance he'll visit Runtokgi in the future?"

"Possibly," Elijah replied with a warm smile. "And when he does, he will surely be warmly welcomed."

     In Aganulis, the sun hovers between the horizon and the zenith, occasionally casting a harsh glare upon the eyes. However, the temperature remains pleasant, allowing everyone to toil in the fields without discomfort. Farmers with semicircular bladed sickles harvest the crops, slicing through the wheat stems. Despite the exposure to the sun's rays, not a drop of sweat escapes their brows. Instead, their faces beam with satisfaction at their smooth, vibrant green harvest.

     In neighbouring farmlands, other farmers dig their rakes into the fertile earth. Women follow from behind, sprinkling seeds into the soil. Alongside them, young girls gently pour water from their watering pots, nourishing the flourishing cabbage and carrot leaves.

     On the road, a young shepherd boy leads a plump herd of sheep with the aid of a long wooden branch. The obedient animals trail behind him, guided by the taps of his stick on the ground. Swiftly and skillfully, the boy manoeuvres the flock into their pen, closing the gate once all the sheep have safely entered.

     Glancing to his right, the boy notices a gathering of men seated on the ground, encircling an elder at the centre. With a contented smile, the boy approaches the group of men and joins them, settling with the others. Meanwhile, the elderly man passionately delivers a sermon, gesturing his hands from left to right.