In an undisclosed location, there was a polar-white region with many tall mountains and hardly anything else as the cold squeezed everything to their premature end. Screeching winds occasionally rose up. When they died, a tomb-like silence haunted the land, and the empty skies kept their indifference.
The region was seemingly possessed by a perpetual frozen winter and a cool summer only dare to briefly pass by. There existed even a period where the sun refused, or was too frightened, to rise.
In such a heart-rending environment, there was a hidden and nameless city.
The houses made from century-old woods were lightened up by brilliant flames from their fireplaces, and people wore several layers of thick clothing to keep their precious heat from being robbed by the icy thieves.
When entering the city for the first time, it could be noticed that the expected scenery of a winter city was non-existent, and the opposite was true.
