[Let's take a look outside.]
Once the reckless idea took root in his mind, it quickly grew. Kraft hadn't known he had this much nerve. Even in a situation like this, he'd come up with a way to risk his life for a laugh.
With the glowing monster's interference out of the way, the only light in the inn came through a narrow horizontal window high on the wall. It was pale, almost dim, and far removed from any sunlight or moonlight Kraft knew. It wasn't even like the dull light of a cloudy day, when the sun was merely obscured by clouds.
The light reluctantly offered a monotonous view, keeping the world from sinking into utter, despairing darkness, yet giving nothing that could lend it the slightest touch of color.
Going by his gut and the tiny bit of literary talent Kraft had, he might call it "dead" light—something essential was missing. It was like a bowl of dough made from stale grain and water. Even the grain's own bland flavor had been lost. It was only good enough to fill the stomach in a pinch, and only a little better than nothing at all.
Some stable light source without any heat was producing it, fixed in one spot in the sky. He couldn't detect any change in the angle of the light. If he decided to go outside, at least he wouldn't need to worry about the sun setting—unless this place planned to switch between day and night like a stage changing scenes.
To be safe, Kraft was still willing to wait a little, hoping he'd be whisked back to reality in an instant, pulled out of a deep nightmare like any other dream he could or couldn't remember. There was no need to go out of his