Clothes
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
She trudged along the snowy mountains, leaving uneven imprints behind her.
She could barely make out the rows of houses, unequal in size, built by the villagers. Occasionally, she could see smoke billowing from the chimneys, and hear dogs barking.
She looked down. Snow and wind rushed into her collar. She shrunk her neck, heaved the bundle of firewood on her back, and pressed on, toward the faint outline of the village that stood amidst the winter storm.
The sky was dusking, and the growing darkness was suffocating.
The village was secluded from the rest of the world, and there wasn't any news but the usual village gossip: whose chicken had died, whose dog had fallen sick, and so on and so forth. Neither was there any form of entertainment in the quiet village at night, and there was nothing to do besides sleeping.