Lucresia and Fenna walked on the mechanical platform beneath the lighthouse facility, passing through the dense fog in the night, walking along those familiar paths and corridors. The dim yellow lights in the mist seemed like obscure stars, and within those dim and indistinct shadows, someone was moving around near them.
A pale-faced harbor guard walked past Fenna, donned in a crisp uniform, holding a lantern that was still bright in his hand. His expression was meticulous, but when two uninvited guests appeared before him, he simply ignored them as if they were invisible.
With a complex gaze, Fenna watched the guard recede into the fog. After his silhouette gradually vanished, she whispered to Lucresia, "…he wasn't breathing."
"Yes, the person before him wasn't either; most people here no longer breathe," Lucresia replied softly, her face shrouded in shadows, "Even the few who still breathe don't react to our arrival."
