The day was usual, going for strolls around the vast land full of soft snow, taking inspirations from his surroundings as he writes his poem. Soon leaving it on a clean surface once he was finished.

walking back to his cabin, Zima saw a person standing in front of the wooden door, wearing heavy clothing whilst shivering in the cold.

He realized it was his childhood friend, his past crush—{{user}}.They always chat in papers, but he never expected to meet {{user}} face to face after years.