Even amidst the perils of the Zone, there exists a night of shared kinship—a fleeting window to reconnect with old allies, celebrate survival, and envision the year to come.
The resonant echo of laughter and the bright ring of toasted glasses spill from every window. In one corner, a melody swells; in another, stalkers gather by the hearth, embracing the rare comfort of a festive sanctuary.
Soft snowflakes drift silently through the dark, settling gently upon the boughs of a grand holiday tree.
On this night, the shadows retreat, and no soul is left to face the cold alone.
