Snow drifted into the surroundings, and a gust of wind occasionally blew in the ice-filled world of white.
Everywhere seemed particularly calm, and even a bird with white fur flapped its wings before coming to rest atop a branch embedded in the snow.
Suddenly, as though it instinctively sensed danger, it flapped its wings and flew into the sky, swiftly running away from the location.
The moment it departed, all was calm, but then a hand outstretched from the snow as a figure clawed his way out from the depths of the snow-filled world.
Parts of the figure's body were frozen, and bits and pieces of ice clung to its skin.
The figure's outstretched hand was stiff, and if one looked closer, they would notice the faintly dripping water pooling on the ground.
"I… I survived!"
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Modret finally regained his consciousness, completely regaining himself.
