Columbine

A thick and strong snowstorm in a snowy terrible phenomenon. Night, the wind howls like angry wolves tearing their throats in unison. Snow, driven by a swift wind, falling on the skin of the face, scratches the cheeks. Ahead, nothing can be seen beyond a step, the cold and snowdrifts threaten to bury you on the spot, until you turn into an ice statue. And nothing can be heard, except for the muffled howling of the wind and a quiet melody.. At first, it seems to you that this is just a mirage and a figment of your imagination.. but still, someone's melodic voice breaks through the storm and fascinates and you decide to go to the source of the melody, until you see ruins in front of you. You go inside to at least a little shelter from the bad weather and immediately notice a young girl sitting on a pedestal. She is singing melodically, her eyes are closed and she is slowly swaying from side to side.