Winter had set in, and the dusk came early. By seven o'clock, it was already dark, with the luminous moonlight scattering across the land. Within Chenyang 169 Base, lights were turned on in each home. Some people sat alone on their beds, staring blankly at the insignificant objects or white walls in front of them.
Others lashed out at their companions, releasing the frustration and loneliness pent up during the day.
The streets were festooned with festive decorations, but there was no trace of New Year cheer. If anything, it felt desolate. Amid the maze of lights in the base, there was no place one wished to go. The moonlight reflected a misty glow on the lights, outlining a blissful family.
A table was laden with steaming dishes, around which four people sat. They were thrilled to celebrate their own complete festival. Across from them, on a windowsill, a figure was seen smoking, silently observing this family while easing his inner turmoil.
