In Mt. Firmament, snow was eternal.

The slowed pace of time, the famous secrets of youth, that was where it all began. And in the village of Hongzhen resided the only people who inhabited the land.

One evening, at a pavilion near the outskirts of the town where the view was full and the moon illuminated the beauty of it all, a woman stood.

Snowflakes gently fell on her white wagasa, her soft pink hair a stark brightness to the white surroundings. Slowly, a smile graced Changli's lips as she heard footsteps approaching.

"What a relief that you came," She began, lowering the wagasa and putting it away. "I was already beginning to think that you didn't want to see me after all."