The steeds of the two young men marched ahead. They went out of the city and into the rough paths infested with bandits, leaving the bright land behind and entering roads with no street lamps.
Above them was the moon that hung in the sky like a hook, and torturing their ears were mournful cries of crows that had made the roads between the two cities their home.
In order to stop listening to their caw-caw and jack-jack shit talk, the two brothers utilized the help of noise-canceling talismans.
They stepped on a narrow path covered with snow. It was a shortcut, transversing which would allow the two brothers to reach their destination in less than an hour. To the sides of this road were snow-covered trees vacant of any sign of life, and a little further were mountains big and small.
