Gratitudes in the rivers and lakes, fighting for supremacy in the martial arts, a windy January and a snowy night. ． ． The storm of the polar night is coming
The moon shines on the branches, and the birds fly away in fright. Is it because of the bright moonlight or the murderous aura coming from the distance? Another storm in the world, another group of passionate children, and a voice coming from the depths of the woods. ． ． ． ． ． Swish, swish, swish. ． ． ． ． ． Kill kill kill
Does this herald the arrival of the polar night storm? ． ． ． ． ．