what the snow hides shall never be found
Hotaru.
Do you hear it, Hotaru? Floating to you on the breeze, borne across the ice? Travelling through snow and sleet, through wastes and wonders - do you hear it?
It is the sound of spirits crying, mourning a loss yet to come.
It is the sound of vultures circling, ready to tear into flesh.
It is the sound of a unicorn dying upon the frozen sea.
Will you go?
Do you hear it, Hotaru? Floating to you on the breeze, borne across the ice? Travelling through snow and sleet, through wastes and wonders - do you hear it?
It is the sound of spirits crying, mourning a loss yet to come.
It is the sound of vultures circling, ready to tear into flesh.
It is the sound of a unicorn dying upon the frozen sea.
Will you go?
