The night sky, studded with dazzling stars and strange celestial bodies, was swiftly torn open like a curtain.
The blue sky, white clouds, and the ever-hanging sun in the heavens revealed themselves once more.
The residents who had been walking on the street had already raised their hands to shield their eyes the instant the sky brightened.
They tried to avoid being dazzled by the sun, abruptly exposed in the suddenly bright sky.
They were long used to the sky shifting suddenly from black to white.
From night into day.
Some of the affairs and behaviors on the Island also became more restrained.
Daylight would hold back evil.
A man wearing a brown flat cap and clad in a grayish-blue fitted adventurer's suit was walking down the street.
Pale golden hair hung beneath the brim of his hat, with a slight wave to it.
He arrived at a tavern not far from the port and slipped past a staggering drunkard rushing out from inside.
He braced the creaking wooden door and went inside.
