Dressed in white, with black hair, both his clothes and hair flowing freely,
untied and unbound, fluttering gently. Suspended in midair, he looked just like a god descending into the world.
The man in white wore a calm expression, his eyes filled with white.
Snow swirled through the heavens and earth. The endless flakes landed on him, quickly melting into water and vanishing.
In his pupils, boundless snow seemed to be the only thing in the world.
The man in black looked at the man in white floating before him
and spoke in pain:
"The movement that sustains the body is called the soul; the stillness that anchors its form is called the spirit."
"The essence of the heart and mind is the soul and spirit. If they depart, how can one endure for long?
But in the blink of an eye!?
It had all been a great dream. Snow was the only witness to it.
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. On Falling Snow Cliff, atop a peak where snow had never melted,
a body frozen into an ice sculpture stood alone.
The body inside the ice sculpture had lost its breath.
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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
