Battle for the Red Winter

Beneath a streetlamp, a trembling shadow is cast. A thick mask makes each breath grow more labored. In the world shrouded by that shivering shadow, it seems to be winter wherever you go. People are helpless, people are exhausted, people are despairing, with no idea where to find spring.

Perhaps some industries have been hit by a harsh winter. Perhaps some people have reached the cutoff point. And yet! There is still sunlight in this winter, there is still warmth. We have fought before, and we will keep fighting. Perhaps this is the extraordinary gene running through human veins.