When I was very young, my world was warm and peaceful. My father was a resolute and brave man, and my mother was gentle and kind. Their love, like the warm spring sun, always enveloped me. However, all this beauty came to an abrupt end the moment my mother was captured by the Ice God Tower. From then on, the house was devoid of laughter, leaving only my father's furrowed brow and my endless longing. Countless nights, I saw my mother's figure in my dreams; she reached out her hand to me, calling my name, but whenever I tried to grasp her, she vanished. Tears soaked my pillow, and I woke up crying, my heart filled with sorrow.
