Alina wrapped herself in a dark gray cloak, the corner of the carriage curtain slightly lifted by the wind and snow.
She sat by the window, lightly stroking the frosted glass with her fingertips, her gaze falling on the straight streets outside the window.
Winter had come, and outside the snow was falling heavily, leaving the world almost only white and cold wind.
But the scenery of Red Tide City was entirely different from other regions in the Northern Territory.
The cold-resistant pines and cypresses along the street stood in rows, their branches and leaves covered with frost, yet still orderly, both blocking the wind and embellishing this city.
The houses along the way were semicircular in shape, the snow-covered domes gleamed with a soft red ochre and dark gold light in the white fog.
Each dome-shaped house was partially embedded in the ground, the eaves bending with the terrain, resembling natural warm shelters growing from the snowfield.
