Night fell quietly.

The tide began to rise at the seaside.

In the darkness, the night blended continuously with the mighty sea. The Curtain of Night kept lowering, and the choppy sea seemed to be rising. Like a piece of wood floating in the deep sea, the small island could be torn apart at any time in the torrent.

The cold currents of the Arctic Ocean flew into the Pacific Ocean with the wind. It was early summer on the island, but it was still cold. ...