As the sky revealed a trace of pale light.
The gloomy clouds dispersed.
After consecutive days of wind and snow, the firmament was washed to a brilliant blue.
The long-missed blazing sun leapt out of the horizon, slowly climbing towards the dome.
The vast snowfield, covered in pristine white.
Reflecting the morning sun, it glittered with dazzling brilliance.
Except.
On the banks of the Yonggui River, thick smoke arose, and dry bones burned.
The dark red earth formed a stark contrast with the surrounding bright white snow.
The disparity was jarring and frightening.
Piles upon piles of corpses extended as far as the eye could see, a group of Bald Eagles hovered mid-air, eventually landing one after another, standing on the bodies, sometimes bowing, sometimes gazing at the figures not far away.
The Yonggui River, battered by the dark red waters, fragmented ice floes drifted, floating and sinking.
