In the midst of eternal winter, at the end of the world, Antarctica is dressed in a pure white coat, quietly under the deep night sky. The aurora stretches like a thin silk strip, dancing in the air, green, purple and pink lights blend together, reflecting on the transparent ice surface, creating a magical and enchanting scene. The entire land is immersed in the bone-chilling cold, but here, there is no human life, only the wind whispering stories of the past

In the midst of that scene, a small snowflake falls, gently landing on the cold ground. He is a reincarnated soul, a snowflake carrying the memories of a person who once existed in the previous world. He is Baek Yuseol

He quietly looks up at the vast sky, where the aurora is dancing in a dance of light, reflecting on the ice surface like a beautiful painting. Yuseol feels like he is enchanted. Aurora... he could finally see it with his own eyes

Ever since he was a human, he had always wished to see the aurora at least once in his life. But at that time, his weak body and short life prevented him from setting foot on this land. Now, even though he was no longer a human, even though he had become a snow spirit, he could still see that magical scene

"Satisfaction"

He gently spun in the air, letting the wind carry him, feeling the freedom that his new life brought. Other snowflakes were also slowly falling, circling each other as if they were dancing. Yuseol observed those snowflake spirits, all of them wearing pure white, as if that was the identification mark of each spirit that belonged to this land

For the first time, he felt himself in a new form. No longer human form, no longer the beating of a heart, only the lightness and purity of a single snowflake. But strangely, he was not afraid or lonely. Everything here was strangely beautiful. The vast sky embraced him, the aurorae danced high above like lost stars, and the north wind blew through carrying the melodious song of nature

Yuseol gradually adapted to his new existence. He liked the feeling of being carried by the wind, liked the way the other snowflakes circled each other like old friends reunited. He tried to spin in midair, tried to let himself be carried by the wind, gliding across the icy surface like a dancer performing. For a snowflake, this life was probably a miracle

But no matter how much he enjoyed it, Yuseol still felt like something was missing. Something important that he couldn't remember. He stopped quietly, looking at the horizon where shooting stars sometimes flashed for a brief moment. A vague feeling rose in his heart... as if he was waiting for something. Or rather, waiting for someone