In the raging blizzard, Lily struggled to move forward.
The cold spread inward from her skin, seeping into her flesh and marrow beneath.
Her body was stiff like a puppet's, yet burning desires smoldered at the bottom of her heart. They were like wood that had been ignited only to be smothered; quietly they emitted copious amounts of heat and black smoke, roasting her heart.
Lily felt her blood turn viscous, like glue or mud. They bound her body, wrapping around her flesh like ropes... turning herself into a prisoner.
—I am a prisoner locked within a shell!
Deep within Lily's pupils, a crimson fire reignited.
The regret of losing the book, the rage incited by that rabbit, the grievances of trudging alone through the snow... Negative emotions fueled the fire, scorching her soul, making her blood grow even more thick and heavy.
