Time quietly slipped away amid sighs of amazement and satisfaction.
The initial frantic pace, like a gale sweeping through or starving tigers pouncing on prey, gradually slowed.
Not because the food had lost even the slightest bit of its flavor, but because of the fullness spreading through their stomachs, and the fulfillment and tranquility born in the depths of their souls after being washed over again and again by waves of ultimate delicacies.
The initial shock and greed gradually settled into a deeper appreciation and the joy of sharing.
The warm light simulated by the props had long since come on. Soft golden radiance enveloped the camp, driving away the chill of the prehistoric night without being harsh, complementing the real stars glittering overhead—far more brilliant than any seen in a modern city.
The Milky Way stretched across the heavens like a shimmering jade ribbon, countless stars quietly shining as they overlooked this lively corner of the Cretaceous Period.
The campfire continued to burn quietly in the center of the clearing, occasionally crackling softly. The dancing flames cast the shadows of those seated around it long across the grass, where they swayed gently, lending the scene a touch more peace and warmth.
There was no longer the intense battle from the beginning at the dining table, where each dish vanished as soon as it arrived.
In its place were more leisurely tastings and hushed conversations. Many people had slowed down, no longer eager to put food into their mouths, instead paying greater attention to the lingering aftertaste of every dish and taking more pleasure in sharing their feelings with their companions.
"Burp~"
A satisfied belch rang out.
Gabriel lay sprawled in her chair without the slightest concern for appearances, her golden hair slightly disheveled. Her usually listless face now held