Night.
Without the light pollution from any city, the desert night sky appeared even more brilliant. Constellations completely different from those on Earth formed a gorgeous, colorful starry sky.
Lu Ban noticed that there were several empty spots in the starry sky.
From Earth's perspective, these stars certainly weren't on the same plane. They were the light of stars at different distances, so when one looked up at the sky from Earth, stars filled nearly every inch of it, with hardly any gaps. At most, one could glimpse the dense sea of stars that was the Milky Way.
But the wasteland's night sky had several obvious empty regions. Not a single star shone in those areas, making them stand out sharply.
It was easy for people to think of some rather inappropriate possibilities.
For example, perhaps the stars in those regions, regardless of distance, had been obliterated by some overwhelming force.
Or perhaps there was an existence so enormous that humanity couldn't imagine it, its body blocking the starlight from that direction.
Or perhaps this starry sky was fake to begin with, and the gaps were nothing more than a system bug.
The lights gradually went out. There were two kinds of lights in the wasteland. The city's roads used a special kind of insect. Like fireflies, these insects emitted light, but they couldn't fly. As long as they were placed in jars, they could maintain their glow. Every day, the city's administrators added food for the insects to ensure their survival.
In the wasteland—at least in Utopia—glass had appeared quite early. What this place lacked least was all kinds of sand and soil. Although glass made by melting them at high temperatures and then cooling them couldn't be considered excellent in quality, it was at least transparent.
Ordinary households