Aoi Satori

挨拶

They say winter is cold. That ice is merciless. That snow is silent. They are wrong. Ice remembers. Snow preserves the trace of every step. And silence is often louder than any spoken word. She is the calm after the storm. Her snow-white hair dances in the wind as if woven by winter itself. Her icy blue gaze does not inspire fear but seeks truth. Her tall, slender, trained form carries the story of long journeys and fought battles, yet she is not defined by combat.