The blood-red suns hung nearly parallel in the white sky.
It seemed that their emergence had driven away the seductive, chaotic voices by one's ear.
The youth felt an intense and inexplicable thirst deep within his heart.
He began to run towards the direction of the two blood-red suns, as if in pursuit of some devout faith.
The youth ran across the vast icy wasteland, the raging blizzard unable to halt his steps.
He was drawing ever closer to the two blood-red suns.
He did not know how long he had been running; it felt as though he had crossed countless glaciers.
Finally...
In the midst of a fierce snowstorm that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth asunder, he climbed atop a steep ice peak.
Standing at the summit of the ice peak, he was surrounded by swirling whirls of ravaging ice frost above his head.
His eyes, however, were filled only with the two blood-red suns in the sky.
He reached out his hand, trying to touch the suns.
