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The cold wind was still howling, and I still had no intention of getting up. I lay quietly with my eyes closed in this extremely cold area for an unknown amount of time. The sky turned dark and then white, then white and then dark again, and so on. As soon as I woke up, what appeared in front of me was the white sky and the white ground. The heavy white snow covered my body. I had no time to take care of it. I thought hard. Who am I? What kind of place is this? I couldn't figure it out, but my memory box was empty. I didn't panic. At this time, the fatigue of my body pushed me into darkness. I know that he will appear in my dream again. A familiar person whose face cannot be seen clearly. -- My name is Ashan, and this is a story that goes through a long and distant past. I've been looking for him in the story.