Night Signal Secured

Dusk settled over the courtyard, but an outpost without a beacon is unready! Right past my bottle-cap chime, a spent translucent teal tea-light cup sat wedged between two rusty planter nails. Direct intervention required! Holding my white gear locked against my chest, I marched straight to the corner and clamped both gloved hands around the thin plastic rim. With a resolute heave, I flipped it open-end down over a reflective foil gum wrapper trapped in the timber split. The evening streetlights caught the foil underneath, casting a steady, glowing emerald beam across my trench! Perimeter beacon online!