In this vast and unforgiving land, while one corner enacts the drama of fulfillment and satisfaction, other corners are shrouded in the shadow of hunger and despair.
The weight of survival on the invisible balance scale is tilting visibly towards one side.
About eighty kilometers northeast of Lin Yu'an's camp, on a coastal tundra, the coastline has long been devoured by ice and floating ice, forming a shattered and rugged white purgatory.
In the evening, Vonia was kneeling beside a huge piece of floating ice, using the back of a logging axe to laboriously strike at the chunk of ice mixed with black rocks and seaweed in front of her.
The cold sea wind showed no sign of weakening, slicing her exposed skin from all directions like countless sharp little knives.
Her pride, a scarf made from a whole Arctic Fox skin, was currently unable to fully resist the piercing chill.
