Night had deepened over the turbulent sea.0

Standing at the bow of the speedboat, Muda stared fixedly at the red and green lights rising and falling with the waves in the distance. His eyes uncontrollably reflected the colors of memory.0

Just over two months ago, that place had still been peaceful and quiet. Orange-yellow cylinders drifted with the ocean current, glimmering under the sunlight like fields of ripened grain floating on the sea. The rolling waves were its swaying golden stalks.0

But now, that magnificent gold had become history, vanished like the lost Shilong City.0

Shattered metal pieces and ruptured pipelines had all sunk to the ocean floor. Turbine units, once galloping like wild horses, had been scattered to oblivion by the raging waves, disappearing into the endless sea.0

Sometimes, Muda couldn’t help...0