Chapter 0: Prologue Sometimes, I reminisce. I think about the snow that fell in autumn and never melted, even when spring arrived. I remember the people bundled in furs, the clustered houses, and the snow that fell endlessly. And I remember myself, playing beneath it all. I think I loved those days. I wonder why I so clearly recall tha...
Chapter 0: Prologue Sometimes, I reminisce. I think about the snow that fell in autumn and never melted, even when spring arrived. I remember the people bundled in furs, the clustered houses, and the snow that fell endlessly. And I remember myself, playing beneath it all. I think I loved those days. I wonder why I so clearly recall that time, when I could leave footprints wherever I went, occasionally encounter deer with clear eyes, and run around the village with my hunting dog. But now, all that remains is the scent of wood imbued with the chill of those days, the dog that would come running when I called its name, and the sunlight reflecting off the thick snow piled up on the mountain. It’s strange that these are the memories that surface, considering I spent most of my days shut inside
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