The snow is always falling in Lutie, the drifts falling lazily past the windows of houses with warm insides, the constant feeling of holiday cheer making the atmosphere almost not so cold.
Yet, in the snow fields, the drifts aren't lazy. The holiday cheer is only in the village, and out here, it is perilous to live. The blizzards seem constant and the winds buffet the few snow covered trees around, and the cold seems eternal.
How did I come to be here? The snow, the wind, and the feeling of just wanting to sleep… the feeling of being lost. So cold…so numb…and so lacking. Where did Zannus go? Where did…I go?
All of this…just for Eva…for the world…but mostly, for Eva..