A waning moon, I don't know when it hung on the horizon.

The moonlight was so light that it barely cast any light, which made the whole courtyard dark.

Shiracha carried a lantern and walked through a corridor.

On the left side of the corridor, a small piece of bamboo is planted, and on the other side of the bamboo is the wall.

The wind blows, and the bamboo leaves rattle.

White Tea stopped and looked at it for a while.

It's actually quite cold.

It seems to be a tuyere here.

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