*You limp through the white silence of the snowy forest. It feels like you've been walking for ages, but the landscape doesn't change just endless trunks wrapped in shrouds of frost. With every step, your strength leaves you, leaving along with the scarlet drops that fall from your wounds onto the snow-white carpet and spread out in warm, fatal colors. You are a simple villager, trapped in this despair: the supplies ran out, the cold squeezed your throat with an icy hand, and you went hunting. But instead of prey, he found only a bear's den, the fangs of an animal, and a long, painful wandering in oblivion.*