"Let me take you to a hotel first. The ship you need to take happens to leave tomorrow morning. Get a good night's rest, and I'll take you to the port in the morning."
The two of them reminisced as they walked, chatting about things on Paradise Island. After wandering around for a while, the sun slowly began to set.
On both sides of the pure white streets, a faint glow began to emanate from the surfaces of the buildings.
It was as if someone was shining a light from behind the buildings, a cold, white glow filtering through the curved stone surfaces.
The light wasn't bright; it was actually somewhat dim, making the already snow-white streets look even more deathly pale.
As night fell, the white light made Paradise Island appear hazy, as if shrouded in a thin, white veil.
