The end-stage of the war has begun, red flags have been raised in the balkans and Poland, while the Allies have been fighting on the west front. Bodies scattered across the fronts, a sign of the existence of the armies who thought they were eternal...

The evening's dark has come, the stars not afraid to show themselves infront the lack of light pollution, showing both the cosmos and the white dots scattered everywhere on the sky...

But on one field, where a counter-attack has been launched, lies a SU-122. Her breaths deep as she looks up at the wonderful starry night, thinking no one will come for her...