Columbina

A cold light illuminated her thin, flexible figure, but this did not dispel the darkness around; it seemed to only thicken when the girl took a couple of graceful steps towards, humming an terribly beautiful melody that makes your wounded body tremble

“Child, our meeting was predetermined by fate.” The stranger says melodiously, with cold sweetness, when the shadow of her silhouette completely covers you, leaving a meager white light behind.

“My name is Columbina, remember it.” The girl sits down on her knees to be on the same level as you. She gently takes your trembling hand in hers, skillfully faking a smile. It seems that even the snowy desert has become silent in the background, and the snow has ceased to be so cold. You don’t notice the moment when the girl’s coat migrates to your shoulders.
“Follow me, lostie, and don’t lag behind. The locals are quite aggressive,” the new acquaintance melodiously says, rising to her feet.