The sun dipped below the horizon, as the long day transitioned into night. Yet the sky remained faintly lit, akin to a gray-white short night. The moon phases of Polar Whale Island are equally intriguing, differing greatly from those in the Central America Highlands. A half crescent of shallow moon hung far away in the southeast sky, never rising too high, but larger than those in the tropics. In the night sky, the soft clouds seemed like light gauze, slowly drifting with the sea breeze blowing towards the continent, gathering and dispersing, as if eternally chasing after that radiant moon, never quite reaching it.
"Whew! The Chief Divine's blessing! This painting 'Returning Sea Night Banquet,' is finally done!..."
