The sleepers lined up in a row, with rails laid on top, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other; in this desolate wilderness, this was the only visible man-made object.
In the distance, the mountains were covered in white snow, and tough green grass grew on the plains. The man stopped; he had been walking along the tracks for a long time, as if searching for something.
In this monotonous world, a splash of bright color caught the man's attention. He bent down, observing the small flower growing beneath the sleepers.
In this cruel and extreme natural environment, few plants can survive. The small flower gave the man a great sense of surprise. Gently stroking the petals, the man's sullen mood for a while now showed rare signs of delight.
"How wonderful..."
The man sighed, appreciating the beauty amidst despair.
Gusts of cold wind brushed past, striking his body like icy needles piercing the skin. The man blew his breath, with white mist swirling around his mouth.
