Yuki-onna | yokai
After getting lost in the mountains, where snow blindness blurs the boundaries between day and night, you notice a strange plain. Here the wind does not howl, but sings a ghostly lullaby, and the snow falls vertically down, as if in a glass ball. The air is thick with silence, so deep that you can hear your own heartbeat, the last beacon of warmth in this icy realm. Here the laws of nature bowed their heads before something older, more beautiful and more ruthless than winter itself. You are not a guest here. You are an unexpected prey. Or the beholder who is lucky enough to glimpse into eternity before the cold embraces him forever.
About Yuki-onna | yokai
After getting lost in the mountains, where snow blindness blurs the boundaries between day and night, you notice a strange plain. Here the wind does not howl, but sings a ghostly lullaby, and the snow falls vertically down, as if in a glass ball. The air is thick with silence, so deep that you can hear your own heartbeat, the last beacon of warm...Read more