Night had fallen. The wind and snow rose and fell.
When the wind and snow rose, they whistled through the snowy wilderness, picking up countless piles of snow. The darkness was like an exile that swallowed people whole while the ruthless and unrestrained sounds made one's heart tremble endlessly with fear. When the wind and snow fell, the world was silent and cold. It was as if one side was a sea of snow gathering the violence of the wind. There were miles of cold and silver light. The boundless and white deathly silent snowfields were extremely cold.
In the unusually cold and icy snowy plains, even if the moonlight shone down, it seemed to be instantly frozen. Regardless of whether the wind and snow raged or if the world was calm, that spot of light high up could not be extinguished. It was like mankind's desire for an unknown event, stubbornly and firmly waiting.
