She left her homeland behind, arriving in a country untouched by the ravages of wind and snow. Gently, she cupped the last falling snowflake in her palm, the coldness seeping into her heart, like the winter nights of her distant home.

For a wandering girl, even the relentless blizzards of her homeland hold a place in her heart.

She must be unwilling leave her home; otherwise, she wouldn’t go to such lengths to preserve those fleeting snowflakes.

As the last ray of sunlight vanished below the horizon, a long night enveloped the world once again. She stretched out her hand from the house, and the snowflakes drifted down silently onto her palm.

I’ve never left home before. What’s it like to hold snowflakes in your palms?

The records of the Cadenceborn contain many poems about snow, each expressing with its own unique meaning.

The girl stared long at the butterfly resting on her fingertip, nearly forgetting to breathe. The butterfly took flight, soaring into the open sky, while the glow of its wings lingered in her eyes.

For a girl who has lived in the cold for so long, this scene is indeed like a dream.

When I saw this back then, I thought she definitely had a knack for becoming a master insect catcher…

The girl recalled a cold night during her journey: the oppressive darkness loomed, swallowing her whole—until a streak of blazing fire tore through the silence, lighting up the abyss.

Ah, perhaps her profound yearning for warmth stems from having weathered the chilliest of nights.

A flame in the dark… An idea for a bold black and red makeup look just sparked in my mind!

A star still lingers in the sky. Following its guidance, the girl arrives at the lake where the swans rest.

Finding this diamond that resembles a cross is an extraordinary discovery.

The ancient poems of the clan mention that some people once encountered spiritual gems and formed a bond.

The stars shine brightly, casting their brilliance upon her. While everyone boasts of their love, they have never truly seen her behind the wings.

As bright as the stars are, a good heart is what really shines.

A good poem doesn’t need ornate words. What matters is sincere emotion.

The lakeside where the swan resides is no longer as tranquil as before. The occasional favor of the gods ultimately scorches her soul, yearning for true love.

Their agonizing emotional state has prompted the designer to pour extremely profound feelings into it.

Some poets write particularly poignant and moving poems in times of pain.

The musician doesn’t make promises of eternity, yet the melody he plays lingers like two entwined swans.

This ring bears witness to their unwavering love throughout their lives, making it even more dazzling.

Compared to the Cadenceborns, humans’ lives are very short. However, their companionship is no less complex because of this.