The first snow is like magic.
Some think it's romantic, some say it's special. I never thought the first snowfall would ever be important to me—at least not in this way.
"Wait for me! Let's all go together," a small girl spoke cheerfully in the background.
"It's the first snowfall. I wanna make a snowman," a boy said, giggling as he ran through the streets.
The sky looks pretty. I never looked up at it before; the buildings always masked its beauty, so I never gave it my attention. Watching the clouds move and reveal a light blue sky in the tiny space between the alley buildings sure looks nice. I wish I could see it a little longer.
There's a tiny snowflake falling from the sky, dodging all the buildings and trash, slowly making its way toward me. The purest white touches my cheek, disappearing along with the blood. Such a shame—it got dirty.
My life has always been unfair. People who are suffering can't help others. If they do, they might end up like me. All my life, I lived without any love or guidance, losing everything I had one by one and pushing myself to live another day. I stretched out my hand to a girl in need of help, but good people suffer in the end. My wounds are deep—I can feel it this time. This is the last time I'll see this snow.
It's pretty to the point that it's making this dark place, filled with foul smells and trash, look beautiful by covering it up. The ice-cold snow masks the other scents.
If there is such a thing as a snow god, I would like to thank her. I tried hard to open my mouth as everything went numb, and it became hard to breathe. My last words were,
"First snow."
I closed my eyes, as I no longer had the strength to open them again. All I could replay in my mind was the snow.
"It was hard, wasn't it?" A woman's sweet voice lingered in my head, as if someone were speaking inside my mind.
Someone caressed my head softly, making it ticklish. My body pain had disappeared.
I slowly opened my eyes to the purest white and lightest blue stretching toward infinite space. Next to me was a young woman with silver hair and light blue eyes, wrapped in flowy silk and transparent white and blue cloth, perfectly fitted to her skin. Her figure was clearly visible and alluring enough to draw anyone's attention.
Her face was perfect from every angle. Her lips shimmered in light pink, perfectly plump. Her skin was smooth and glowing, even in the cold.
"I am granting you a new life filled with people who will love you," she continued, her voice sounding like it was coated with honey.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, looking around the space.
"I am the Snow Goddess. I was moved by your courage, even at your worst. That said, any more questions must be earned through your deeds." She came closer; the scent of lotus lingered around her. She drew near to the point where I could feel her breath.
"What?" I stammered, taking a step back from her overwhelming presence.
"Shh." She came closer, and I froze. She touched her soft lips to mine, and I could hear my heart pounding. I closed my eyes instinctively, surrendering myself completely.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. I instinctively cried out in terror, but my voice sounded like a baby's whine. Then came the light, and a giant silver-haired woman picked me up. With her was a man with black hair who lifted me as well.
That's when it hit me.
I had shrunk and been reborn as a baby.