The man walked throughout the valley. His bare feet pressing hard against the snow. It was getting past midnight but the small man had no track of time. He scratched his beard that was laced with bits of ice as he walked back and forth between the valley that he temporarily called home. There was no shelter for him here tonight.
On a bright fair day he would sleep outside under the sky. On a decent day he could make it throughout the night hiding in the archaeology site. After all where he was from the weather was cold but tolerable.
Tonight the frost was hurting him. Throughout the day he had stayed indoors, shifting between the inn and the local bar. Yet as day turned to night, no one would give him refuge. He could no longer feel his feet. His nose turned pink as well as the tips of his fingers. He paid no mind to his state as his mind was occupied with warm thoughts. At last the local beggar fell near the goddess pond, his body freezing and his limbs on the brink of being frost bitten. His eyes pained as he attempted to sleep.
"Hey Murrey!" He grumbled at the hallucination.
"Murrey, you gotta wake up!"
The man felt himself getting lifted up, his eyes too tired to open.
It was a cold evening and he just wanted to escape.
He woke up confused and surprised near turtle pond. Blinking in confusion he got up and looked around. It was a miracle of the harvest goddess that he wasn't frozen to death. In happiness Murrey jumped up and down for joy like a small child, his feet no longer numb. He started his way to the beach as his guardian looked from afar. A pair of small eyes in a furry white face smiling.