When the people saw it they did not leave to hunt. They sat down and waited for the sun to set.
“What is this light show?”
“Light sculptures? Are there such things?”
“Either way, the monsters are 50% stronger at night so there’s no point in leaving.”
They sat around relaxing and chatting.
Then night fell.
A pitch dark night.
There were clouds in the sky so they could not see the moon. Nevertheless, the tower radiated warmth and light.
It was as if it was bright jewel, a beacon of light.
“Pretty.”
“It’s like we’re in a dream...”
“I did not know that it would be this good.”
Most people did not like the idea of sculpting.
“The rating is quite high so I suppose it’s decent.”
“I guess it’s a fairly famous sculpture. It’s quite hard to say if its good.”
For those without prior knowledge of art, it was difficult to feel the inspiration.
Even if it was a world famous sculptor, some people can’t be impressed by what it’s supposed to mean or realize why it is special.
However there were people that could appreciate the Tower of Light.
‘Such a profound work of art.’
‘Oh, such an amazing work of art. But how does one learn to make such a thing...’
‘What a sculpture. I saw the other ones nearby but this is a first...it wouldn’t be bad to go to a sculpture exhibit on a date once in awhile.’
‘But why is it so different compared to the others along the path?’
The Tower of Light.
It was solemn and somber; in the cool, pale moonlight there were 7 brilliant hues of clear and transparent light.
Suddenly the clouds over Morata parted. The moonlight poured onto the surface of the tower and scattered. Everywhere around the tower was bathed in the moonlight.
“Oh!”
Sounds of amazement came out of the viewers’ mouths. The tower concentrated light in the center of the tower and dispersed it through the small towers in a mixture of light.
The concentration of light!
Light reflected from the small towers to the central tower.
Reflection of light!
The small towers scattered the light at various angles.
It changed and distorted.
Many rays of light could be seen in the sky.
It spread increasingly as the tower generated light.
Soon it covered the entire mountain!
Therefore they were exposed to the sheen of the light sculptures.
The light danced.
Every time the clouds or the moon moved, the light would dance.
A dance of light that could not be expressed with words.
It was a fantastic sight.
Usually sculpting showed a shape directly. However light sculpting was different as it was not the sculpture being displayed but the light itself.
A piece of art that can be seen but not felt!
The people did not think about leaving that spot.