The flying snowflakes scattered in the boundless wilderness and fell on the thick white gloves, still forming a clear hexagonal shape.
The little girl raised her head and stared blankly at the end of the uninhabited sky, where there was endless darkness.
No one? Isn't there anyone to take her home?
Helpless, she shivered in the biting cold wind, and the black hair brushed her cold face, which was as painful as a knife.
Her eyes were ethereal, as if her soul had already left her rigid body.
Pure white, what is it?
Snowflakes?
That means - something that's not red?
What does the red thing mean?
"Little sister, are you lost?" A gray figure appeared in front of the little girl like a ghost. Under the wide windbreaker was a face twisted and hideous due to excessive excitement.