Deep within the Arctic.
Upon a certain Ice Cliff.
A figure sat cross-legged at the edge of the ice cliff, back turned to the boundless gray-white ice field behind.
Facing the deeper part of the Arctic, the stormy winds whipping through the absolute land.
Her body covered with thick snow, almost merging with the icy ground beneath.
Snowflakes accumulated in her hair, on her shoulders, even densely packed on her eyelashes, forming a multitude of fine ice crystals.
Time has lost its meaning here.
It's unknown how much time has passed.
Inside the ice sculpture covered by thick snow.
A wisp of extremely mysterious fluctuation emerged.
Like a rhythm, as if a newborn star is awakening in the depths of the silent universe.
"Buzz....."
A gentle hum, like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake.
Clearly spreading amidst the raging wind and snow.
