[Original] Run Aground

Endless white snowflakes flutter down, settling over a blazing red robe. The red is so pure, so wild and passionate. Her long black hair spills down to her waist, dancing lightly in the wind. With willow-leaf brows, almond eyes, red lips, and pearly teeth, her smile radiates vitality. Her face is beautiful, and she looks no older than twenty. Barefoot in the snow, the woman gazes at the horizon.

The place where she stands is called Qianshang. She does not know why she is here or how she came to be here. She only knows that the place feels so familiar, as if she were born here, as though something binds her tightly to it.