Everything she saw was covered with white snow. She didn't know how long she had been sitting here, whether it was ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years. It seemed like there was no passage of time here. She didn't know why she was here, sometimes awake and sometimes asleep, but her red dress was never stained by the flying snow.
She has no memory, as if she was born in the white wind and snow. She tried to walk out, but her steps were heavy and she could not walk a hundred steps before she was exhausted and stopped. Why this happened, she didn't understand. It has been a long time, maybe it has been a long time. There are no changes of seasons here, and there is no way to measure the length of time without the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. She also gave up exploring, and boundless loneliness and loneliness always enveloped her.
Why live? This was the question she pondered during the few moments she was awake.
Purpose: From self-disgust to finding the road to redemption, you have to believe in the influence of the people around you and your ability to redeem yourself.