At once, the space seemed to shift, the world transforming in an instant. One moment, a lush carpet of emerald grass stretched underfoot, shimmering with dew, and the next, a hefty blanket of snow silenced the landscape.
The snowflakes drifted down in thick, swirling clusters, quickly smothering every patch of greenery in sight. Near a cozy cottage nestled in the heart of the village, a boy with striking blue and turquoise hair stood, his figure vivid against the white expanse.
Asahi felt a rush of emotions, each heightened by the surreal beauty of the scene.
(Judging by my memories, that boy has to be Isolde.)
Scratching his head, confused as to what he could do, Asahi's phantom followed the boy. The sight of the village expanded the more that he stepped forward, growing in size with distance. The snow fell in relentless flurries, gathering around the campfire like the people. The only question that arose in his mind as he explored this space of the past was…
