Gray City Base.
In the vast space beneath the parking lot,
a group of figures wearing thick protective suits stood silently before three bodies lying on the ground.
In the dim space, gray and black concrete walls surrounded them. The only light source was the safety lamps hung on the walls at intervals.
Green safety lights, the stiffness of the corpses, the cold air moving with a faint stench.
Together, they painted the reality of the base's looming demise.
The crowd placed their hands over their hearts, mourning in silence.
"The temperature is too low... We're barely holding on with just the standard warming measures," someone spoke somberly.
"If we continue, even breathing will become a serious problem; some of the gases in the air will freeze and liquefy..." another person said, "Yesterday, when I went out for the inspection patrol, I already felt some difficulty breathing."
