C439 Dark Herald Starry Sky Flying Star

I sat on the Gobi, the lights of the construction site swallowed by the night. The workers under the gate kept talking to the workers on the walkie-talkies. The sound had become indistinct, the mechanical sounds of pulleys and buckles intermittent.

The sky above the Gobi Desert was clear and clear. The stars were everywhere, and they were much larger than in the city