When the bustling of the night market completely dissipated, and most of the streetlights on Bin Hai Avenue dimmed, the deep night of Bin Hai finally unveiled its veil.
The coconut groves condensed into silhouettes of varying shades in the inkiness, with their slender leaves hanging down, occasionally brushed by the sea wind, emitting a faint "rustling" sound, like the land's whispers.
The moonlight spread a silver ribbon across the sea, merging the distant horizon with the night sky into a deep indigo.
The nearby rocks, immersed in the sea, were coated with a layer of cold white by the moonlight. As the waves crashed onto them, the splashed foam was instantly swallowed by the night.
Occasionally, a returning fishing boat sailed past the distant sea, the halo of its lamp carving a fleeting bright mark on the sea surface, which was soon smoothed over by the night.
