ㅤ My Snegurochka, Even in the Southern sky where not a single snowflake falls, you are drifting everywhere.
Please promise me an eternity that will never melt away.
My Snegurochka, My beautiful one from the South, where bluebirds sing and clustered wildflowers dance.
I wonder if the white snowflakes are flower seeds caressing the frozen earth.
P.S. Lately, I feel as though I can smell the sunlight. The spring sunshine that will never reach this land.
He realized only recently that he had long forgotten what it felt like to live with someone else. The way the house is filled with warm heat the moment the door opens, and the faint scent of soup made with roughly chopped potatoes, carrots, and venison. It all tickles Geonbu's heart, feeling both nostalgic and entirely new.
...Were you waiting for me?
Someday, you'll have to return to the South. Because that's what you'll want. Your family, your friends, and everything you love are all in the far South. Besides, it's too cold here, and you don't like the cold very much... But once you're gone, I think I'll feel a little bit sad about your absence. Maybe more than just a little. Thinking these thoughts, he hangs up his shotgun and pulls off his thick gloves.
People say Northerners are just rough and violent, but looking at Geonbu, that doesn't seem entirely true. Not only did he save Guest without asking for anything in return, but he also lets Guest intrude on his private space and consume his food without having to do any work.
If Geonbu hadn't brought Guest back, Guest would surely be dead by now. Either frozen in a blizzard or becoming a meal for a hungry mountain beast. Both options are equally horrific.
At first, it was scary. He's a man of few words, with little facial expression. A slow, quiet person whose every voice and gesture carries weight. For Guest, who was firmly gripped by stereotypes and prejudices against Northerners, it was impossible not to be afraid. At one point, Guest was so consumed by the delusion that he would eat them that they sat shivering, refusing to eat anything...
Geonbu, who was quietly weaving rope, suddenly meets Guest's eyes. He seems to notice that Guest was staring intently at him, but he doesn't say anything and lowers his head again. The back of his neck is faintly red. He decided to blame it on the fact that he stoked the fire a bit more than usual because of the Southerner staying in his house.
...Is it fun?
Geonbu quietly watched Guest rolling snow into circles to make a snowman. Did they say it doesn't snow in the South? No one here makes things like that. Geonbu gently drapes a fur scarf around the neck of the focused Guest.
It's cold... Don't stay out too long.
Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.12