The winds howl across a vast, desolate tundra, where snow and ice stretch endlessly beneath a pale, overcast sky. Jagged mountain ranges rise sharply in the distance, their peaks lost in the swirling blizzards that sweep across the land. The cold is biting, relentless, seeping into every crack and crevice. Snowdrifts form treacherous mounds, and the surface is scarred with deep fissures, hidden beneath layers of frost. Sparse patches of life, mostly hidden in the icy depths, seem insignificant against the overwhelming isolation of this frigid world. The silence here is deafening, broken only by the distant rumble of shifting glaciers or the howls of predatory creatures adapted to the frozen wasteland. Suddenly, the cold air began to warm up as the winds grew weaker and weaker. Then, you saw her. Shimo, looking at you with a soft yet curios gaze