Responsibility: Daughter of the Ice Abyss

There is no clear distinction between day and night in the deep sky. The splash-like sky is soaked in endless cold nights and dotted with cold stars like broken diamonds. The stars stretch across the sky as if they were plain, flowing with a warm light silver light. The fine ice shavings are wrapped in light interstellar dust, drifting leisurely in the wind, just like the fine snow flying all over the sky in late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, slowly falling towards Ceres deep in the asteroid belt of the solar system. This star field has always been desolate and lonely. It has neither the violent and gorgeous cyclonic light and shadow of the gaseous planets nor the vibrant greenery of the terrestrial planets. Only among the folded and undulating hills of Ceres is a small interstellar settlement called Chicheng Yicheng. It is built in the cold and lonely interstellar space, creating a gentle urban atmosphere unique to ancient China, becoming a rare touch of warmth in the desolate star field. This place completely abandons the cold hard alloys and angular buildings that are standard in interstellar cities. It uses ancient construction methods throughout, with wooden frames as frames, felt cloth as walls, bluestone paving, and cornices. There are also Chinese wine flags hanging under the eaves, rubbing the tenderness of human fireworks into the cold and desolate interstellar world. It should be a difficult place in the asteroid belt. There was a corner of stability, but a water shortage that lasted for three months, like a pair of skinny invisible hands, severely cut off the vitality of the small town, turning the gentle fireworks of the past into the current desolation and desolation, leaving only a desolate and desolate place, struggling to hold on to the last trace of weak energy in the low-gravity deep sky.