The sky, covered by dark clouds, was snowing, each flake as large as down feathers.
Snow of such magnitude is rarely seen in Gafura; the roads were nearly devoid of pedestrians, and the occasional passing vehicle moved very slowly.
The slippery ground posed a challenge to drivers' skills, as did the occasional stiff corpse on the roadside.
Every place is like this, with its good sides and its bad sides.
Sometimes it feels like heaven; sometimes it resembles hell!
Behind windows obscured by beads of condensation, most Gafurans saw little change from previous winters this year.
Occasionally... some people would feel cold.
Occasionally... some people couldn't fill their stomachs.
Negotiations between the Gafura Government and the Federation regarding food had entered the final stage, with the Federation proving once again its dominance over Gafura, the Empire that had gone full throttle down a slippery slope.
