European winters are really cold.

The old forest is like a simple paradise, covered with white snow, located in the middle of a remote suburb. The tree branches are covered with a thin layer of ice, and under the gentle sunlight filtering through the clouds, they seem to sparkle slightly.

The space is filled with the sound of birds chirping from hidden locations, the snapping sound of brittle branches providing accompaniment. Dong's chords sound simple and pure, but create an indescribable feeling of loneliness and loneliness.

Separated from the chaos and complexity of war, this place attracts everyone who comes to immerse themselves in its deep wild beauty. The glorious sounds of nature fill from ears to soul with peace and tranquility.

The little angel is located in the middle of the world, buried in white snow and rain. The clean color does not make the child look pale, but rather highlights the pure innocence that has never been tainted.

The white wings hung down behind him, still covered with a bit of snow as if it had really just fallen from the sky.

“It’s really dangerous here. Who are you?”