What should we do if we already know the fixed number? Should she live in seclusion in the mountains and rivers, or carefree in the world of mortals, or lean on the railing alone and let her fate decide what to do and live again after death?
"Looking up, the sky is filled with white feathers. Fortunately, the air on the top of the mountain is thinner. My throat feels dry and itchy, but gradually the painful feeling disappears. I know that this is the end of my eighty-fourth winter... When I open my eyes again, it is the scene eighty-four years ago again, the scene one hundred and sixty-eight years ago again, and..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
