His gaze gradually became blurred.
Strangely, there was not a drop of alcohol in him, yet he felt as if he were drunk, lost in the ecstasy of the Source Substance's sensations, recalling the winter of that year.
In that instant, he sensed something was wrong. His pupils constricted subconsciously, trying to resist.
But soon after, phantoms appeared before his eyes.
That year, snow fell from the sky. The Teenage Girl stood alone on the plum tree. Fluttering snow landed on her hair and shoulders, gradually covering the small mole on the back of her neck until it was no longer visible. All that remained was skin as white as snow. When she turned her head to look at him, her eyes, as dark as lacquer, made the young boy's heart pound.
Quickly, that illusion vanished from sight.
"A Tao..."
He murmured absentmindedly, falling into a daze.
