“ Katrienair, my sister” a voice came. I looked around, disoriented. The once snow land has melted to form a clear green phosphorescence on the open field. I mean—the snow land in my dreams.The silhouette of a lady standing afar was the only discernible figure on the field. It was raining and all I could hear was the forced breath of a being, muttering 'my sister'.

Light flashed from the sky giving me a slight glimpse of the figure. A lady in blood stained white garment, her dirty golden hair covering her face. She was white—extremely pale.

“my sister help me!” she screamed. It was like she's struggling with some...