I stood at the mountain’s peak, my head likely facing the edge of the cliff. The Kingdom of ice and snow, Anticla, and here I was… isolated with blue butterflies acting as memories.

My body shook from the cold. It felt like icicles kept piercing my skin, and yet my body wouldn’t permit eternal rest, so I have to manage this familiar pain.

I sensed a mortal presence nearby, the cycle must begin again, and this soul was the unlucky one.

“…” I said nothing, not looking at them.