He cold wind was tugging on his ice covered



The cold wind was tugging on his ice covered Fangssnapper coat as he reached the top of the iceberg and he took a break from his trek. While he listened to his own breath reflecting from the cold-mask that covered his face all the way to his snow goggles, he looked around.

Even though he was born on this planet and humans had first set foot on this cold and harsh planet almost 100 years ago, in moments like this, when he gazed over the seemingly endless planes of ice, he wondered why they not simply packed everything and left.

But then that would mean to accept defeat and to embrace technology and all the things they wanted to escape as they left Earth.

The local sun, they called Solken, was a weak pale disk that barley peaked over the horizon in the east and for the next three years it would not rise any further. It’s weak, bluish light barely illuminating the surface of this world. This time was called Longnight, caused by the extreme elliptical orbit this planet around its sun. During Longnight the ocean covered surface of this planet became covered with thick ice and the sun would barley reach the horizon, temperatures would drop to eighty below and stay there pretty much until the planet would once more come closer to its star. Longnight lasted seven Terran Years.

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