Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, swirling chaotically, drifting past the dilapidated buildings, passing the old clock tower in the center of the town, blown by the wind until they landed on the girl's face, leaving a faint trace of water as they melted.
It's unbelievable, Selyu was a bit dazed. She had once again returned here, that place deep in her memory.
The human brain subconsciously protects itself, forgetting those unpleasant things, even if they are profound, it will deliberately forget them, sighing once the will recalls them again, that all this had passed so long ago.
But now, after so long, Selyu has returned, or maybe those forgotten things have come looking for her.
The cold wind surged in the alley, a stray dog watched her from afar, emanating an eerie and detestable ominousness, but it did not attack rashly; instead, it quietly watched Selyu, as if appreciating some drama, its expression so human-like, as if hiding someone's will inside.
