The blizzard has stopped.
Without the roar of the gale, the entire world is so quiet it seems as if time has frozen. The howling that could tear through steel last night has vanished without a trace.
Instead, there is a profound, absolute silence. In this silence, one can even clearly hear the "buzzing" sound of one's own blood flowing through the ear canal.
He took a deep breath, the biting cold air washing through his lungs, making his mind instantly crystal clear.
The air is filled with a faint pine scent that wafts from the distant black spruce forest after the blizzard.
After admiring this awe-inspiring post-snow scene for a moment, Lin Yu'an withdrew back inside the house, closing the door again to block out the dazzling light and biting cold air.
He reached for the tri-proof electronic recorder placed next to the sleeping bag. After turning it on, he first switched to the environmental monitoring page.
"December 3rd, 7:05 in the morning," he whispered to the camera.
