Dead on Mars - Chapter 229 - Sol Three Hundred and Thirty-Four, Humanity’s Joy and Sadness Aren’t Interlinked

... cat sat back to back on a rock as they looked up at the sky.

“I feel as if we are Gypsies,” Tang Yue said softly, “carrying a huge covered truck as we wander about.”

Overhead was the pitch-black sky that seemed to be made of velvet. The starry sky seemed to encase them at the bottom of an overturned bowl. The rocks and desert under the night sky had a red glow as though they were silently burning embers.

This was a grand vista that struck ...