It was the first habitat I have seen in a week. In the beginning, I would be excited with each new place, but no hope could grow in the sullen soil of these empty villages. I was exhausted, but believed that somewhere among those empty walls, there is still some remnant of life flickering. Yet, I also felt my hope waning. I looked at the faint circular spot on the grey sky where the Sun was trying and failing to break through the dullness of thick clouds. As if I were the one doing the same on Earth, so with each new morning, I would also rise. For some more time, that is.