It was a dream, of that much          she was certain. There was no          way this sort of beauty existed          in the world.

                                             Soft snow blanketed                                              the field and the trees were                                              painted with frost, as though                                              someone had painted them.

        Yuki's gaze was drawn to the          figure on the horizon, a dark          spot in the midst of all          the white.

                                               She couldn't shake the                                                feeling that she knew whoever they                                                were and had known them for                                                some time. Hesitating for a moment,                                                she gathered her courage and called out.