Crown River Beach Camp.
At this moment, it was a small, warm world amidst the dark polar night, brightly lit and full of life.
Tourists strolled leisurely through the camp, their faces filled with comfortable and relaxed expressions.
Although the camp didn't have many recreational activities—none of the city's dazzling amusement parks or rowdy, neon-lit venues—this tranquility was incredibly precious and captivating.
Some people liked to fish. They could rent a rod from the staff and cast a line by the Ice River, experiencing the ferocity of the cold-water fish from the Far North.
If they wanted to taste their catch, they could pay a fee at the restaurant, and the chef would turn the fish they caught into a delicious meal.
Some liked to walk, free to wander the vast mossy grasslands.
Some liked to soak in the hot springs. The pools were outdoors, and you could soak for as long as you wanted.
