The wind in the Snow Realm has a shape, and the living creatures that have lived here for countless generations spare no effort in using every kind of wild exaggeration to describe it.
They are the most beautiful sculptors of the Snow Realm, turning snow, glaciers, and mountains into such majestic, spectacular forms; they are the tellers of the Snow Realm's oldest stories, binding the native masters of this place, the guests who will come here in the future, and this land itself tightly together.
Of course, it is also the enemy travelers fear the most and least want to run into.
"Whoo—whoo—whoo—!"
In the bitterly cold deep-winter dusk, that urgent, knife-like gale quickly swept across the land, swelling into a blizzard that blotted out everything in sight.
