In January at 50 degrees north latitude, night fell far too early.
Before five o'clock, Calgary's sky had already turned completely black. An hour after people got off work,
the city finally took on the proper appearance of a night scene.
Beneath the pitch-black, lightless sky, the downtown area blazed with lights.
Streams of cars flowed along the golden-orange streets. Among the towering skyscrapers lit with dense, glittering gold, the landmark Calgary Tower stood out with extraordinary prominence.
People came and went beneath dazzling neon lights.
Not a trace of darkness could be seen throughout the entire downtown district. This scene, built upon energy supply,
perfectly embodied the prosperity of modern civilization!
With the day's work over, people headed out in groups. The time for dining and entertainment was the busiest part of the city's night.
Even the streets that usually seemed empty due to the vast land and sparse population became bustling and lively.
And amid such a nighttime scene,
in front of a glittering, luxurious hotel tower in the city center,
cars gathered together. Quite a few people with cameras hanging from their chests stood beside their respective vehicles, fiddling with photography equipment alongside their companions as they waited outside the building.
The spectacle looked livelier than some shopping malls, causing passing pedestrians to glance over curiously, wondering what was happening.
"Ha, are we really going to keep waiting in this temperature?"
Beside a car, feeling the subzero cold and looking up at the night sky that had long since gone completely dark, a man named Maluo breathed a puff of warm air into his hands.
"Stop saying useless things. You know how important tonight is. Instead of complaining, get yourself ready."
Xiliya, holding a camera beside him, kept her eyes fixed on the building entrance. Urging him