A lone man walks through an empty world. It was a land of vanishing day and growing hills of white. No helpful moon in the sky to lead his way home. Only the faint glow of distant lanterns. Once he met his destination, he paused. His eyes lose focus and he lets out an exasperated sigh. Resolute, the man enters his tiny dwelling.
Hakoda dropped his bags on the ground. His children gazed up at him as he shook off the snow. He gives his daughter a half-smile. She tries her best to return the gesture. Her eyes were swollen and red from days of mourning. Hakoda did his best to console his children. The truth was, he didn't know what to tell them,