The artificial lights over the biodome have been slowly dimming for the past hour, in preparation for the simulated nighttime. The park was now much darker, illuminated only to the point of a full moon on a clear summer night. The various passerby that populated the serene woodlands have been slowly retreating back into the station proper to get their rest for the night, only a few people still lingering, strolling down the cobbled pathways and conversing in hushed tones. The sound of crickets flooded the night as a mellow breeze was introduced into the closed environment, the trees gently swaying in an almost rhythmic manner. Hussaini stood under the wooden pagoda, leaning onto the sturdy cut off wall, with both his arms nestled over it. The cool breeze caressed his face, while his eyes darted over the lake in front of him, captivated by the dancing lights shimmering over the rippling surface. Having not moved for over two hours, he straightened up and stretched out his arms, cracking his neck to relieve some tension, while still looking at the surface of the lake, and occasionally over to the tree lines behind it, as if looking for something. It occurred to him that the person he was supposed to meet may not appear, but he wasn't overly disappointed. He enjoyed the day off he got here, a chance to observe the flow of life, to be alone and unrecognized by the people around him. It was getting chillier than he was comfortable with, and he picked up and put on the jacket he previously discarded and hung over the wall. He inhaled deeply while fixing his jacket and his hair, took one more look around, looking for any sort of movement, and then returned to his original position, arms on top of the wall and looking over the lake.
