Hello, friends, and welcome to Sleep Tite Stories.

Nora and her parents do some more exploring on the beach, before they head off to the

village to try some ice cream.

Nora is unsure which flavor she'd like to try, so she asks for a few different ones,

but they don't have those.

She settles for the only flavor she has ever heard of before, and sits down to try it.

Later, after they finish their final meal of the day, they all head off to sleep, when

Nora hears a now familiar sound.

Nora finds an old artifact, part three.

After walking the length of the beach, looking at seashells and old shipwrecks that still

washed ashore and collecting a couple of red sandstones, Nora and her father and mother

rode their personal vehicles to a village nearby to try an ancient delicacy, ice cream.

It wasn't a real village, of course.

There were only a few remaining settlements on the island, but it was a replica of what

existed hundreds and hundreds of years ago.

They parked their vehicles at a charging station and walked through a meadow to the village

proper.

The village was surrounded by fields, meadows, and woods, and a small stream ran through

it.

The buildings that people might have lived in at that time were simple, modest places

made of wood, with white picket fences and small gardens.

Glass, the assistant that everyone on blue had embedded within their person, provided

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