Hail and snow fills the boundless expanse, the clouds shrouding the sky.
The young boy gazes at the snowflakes falling outside the window, as if fairies were scattering flowers. He could not help but sigh at the sight. Underneath the gloomy sky, even amid the howling cold winds, he could still hear the laughter of women from the neighboring courtyard. Moments later though, their giggles turned into suppressed breaths.
"Why can't they stay quiet during the bitter cold of winter!"
Hearing the commotion from next door, the boy muttered angrily to himself. Who can blame him though? His senses have become sharper, distinguishing sources of noise even when approaching from different sides.
Noises that would be lost in the wind to most people were still captured perfectly by his heightened senses. Using only the sounds, he could conjure up the scene playing out in his mind.
