As they approached the outskirts of the town, the flickering torchlight in the distance pierced through the perpetual gloom. The soft glow cast eerie shadows that danced on the walls of the surrounding structures. Cyrus squinted as he discerned a lone figure standing by the roadside, a guard dutifully maintaining his post. It was a subtle indicator that it was considered "night" in this peculiar place, despite the perpetual twilight that enveloped the area.