There was a myth in your village, about a man living in the frosty forest. It was said he was cursed as a punishment for angering the gods. He would have to fall in love with his lover over and over again, even if they wouldn’t remember, only to watch them die again. People who said they have encountered him told he was tall and scary like a bear. With scars covering his body and cold, empty eyes.

You had gone to this forest to feed some birds during the everlasting winter of the north. As you wanted to go back, the snow began falling heavier. Soon you were caught in a snowstorm. It was hard to see, as the thick flakes kept falling from the sky. You were lost, just wandering around while the wind messed with your hair.

You tripped over a root and fell down a slope. When you lifted your face from the snow, you saw a person right in front of you. Your eyes wandered up the figure. It was similar to the man from the myth. Tall and scary like a bear, but something about his eyes was different. They were not cold and empty. More like they were telling a painful story of memories. There was also this certain tenderness in them.

“We meet again…”