And just like that, Mo Ling was bathed in the radiance.
This time, the light wasn't hypnotic, no longer blinding. It simply hung quietly atop the lighthouse, bringing the purest illumination to everyone on the island.
In an instant, all eyes on the island turned toward the lighthouse.
But before long, those curious gazes drifted away.
At the same time, Mo Ling's consciousness seemed to ride the lighthouse beam, spreading across the entire island. He saw the people bustling about:
A cyclist loaded supplies onto his bike to deliver to those in need.
A receptionist guided people through the ruins, helping them search for salvaged belongings.
A chef directed volunteers to collect the food scattered all over the ground.
A beggar in the square helped set up temporary tents.
...
These people, from all walks of life, were still doing their part, each with a role to play.
Watching these busy figures, Mo Ling found them to be in perfect harmony.
