The dormitory gradually fell silent.
The two of them drifted off to sleep amidst their conversation. They occupied only a very small space in the Constant Star Train, which now housed over 5,000 residents and thus were hardly noticeable.
But...
They were a microcosm of all the train's residents.
After a year of hardship in the apocalypse, everyone cherished the life they had and hoped for a better future, reigniting a spark of hope deep in their hearts.
A small flame born from the despair and oppression of the apocalypse.
Although very faint, over time, this spark would grow like a prairie fire, burning brighter and brighter.
Indeed.
Among these residents, some bad things would certainly occur, but that is human society. Everyone has their own thoughts, and it's impossible to ensure that everyone is perfectly kind and beautiful, especially survivors who have lived through a year of apocalypse.
