Ulysses's POV
It was snowing. Snowflakes filled the air.
I stood under the spruce trees, my face cold, gazing at a nearby cabin. Its reddish-brown bricks were covered in thick snow. Under the eaves, a window emitted a dim yellow light, and two small pine trees stood in front.
Everything felt familiar. From the first time I saw this place until now, almost nothing had changed.
The wind blew the snowflakes around, swirling them until they gently tapped against the cabin's glass window, emitting faint vibrations.
I stared at that window, knowing that any moment now, someone would come to open it, and then I would see her.
"...Ulysses? Is that you?" A melodious voice called out.
The transparent glass fogged up, and a fair hand opened the window. Behind the swirling snow, her face emerge
