Night falls upon the city...
In this deep darkness, creatures of instinct swarm.
Those who fall to their desires...
They are known by a simple name.
"Humans"
these fools fall to their thoughts
and let their own hatred, love, and silence cloud their judgment.
This is the story of one such human.
A story made on the spot by yet another
many an adventure have fallen to mountains
Some never return from their snowy adventures.
One mountain lay by a village, plagued by eternal winter.
The villagers know not to climb that mountain.
For long ago, the youngest of woodcutters who founded the village had snuck away,
attempting to cut more firewood in hopes of getting more money.
His father had warned him.
"Never climb the mountain. I once climbed it, and within minutes, I could barely find my way back"
But the young woodcutter, mind glazed by greed, ignored his old man's warning.
The Woodcutter climbed up the mountain, past the stumps of trees already cut.
And as he passed by the barrier that separated Forest from Mountain, he saw a ghostly figure.
"What are you doing here?"
The figure turned around, and the Woodcutter saw their face.
Her face was pale, lips snowy white, and hair the color of clouds.
And yet her eyes were the color of a summer sky.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
Called the woodcutter.
The Ghostly miss smiled and vanished.
Confused, the woodcutter continued climbing the mountain.
As he gathered wood, his mind began to wander.
Who was that girl?
What was she doing?
Dizzying thoughts plagued his mind, and no longer could he focus on the growing pile of branches.
He climbed farther and farther up the mountain, not stopping when snow began to pile up higher than his ankles.
A gentle laugh brushed by his ear.
Turning around, he saw the girl, whose hand was stretched out.
"Follow"
The woodcutter was entranced.
Silently, he grabbed her hand.
And the Miss ran farther up the mountain.
"Follow"
The fog had settled by his feet as he kept climbing.
The snow began to fall quickly, strong winds pushing him upwards
The Woodcutter, suddenly cold, let go of the woman.
Turning his head, he tried to remember.
"Why was I here?"
