🌙 Yuki no Onna (The Snow Woman)

They said she drifted between the cedars when the moon was thin.
Pale as frost, colder than the wind on the mountain pass.
If you met her gaze, your breath would turn to drifting ice.
If you touched her hand, your heart would never beat warm again.

So I climbed through the silent snow, searching for her.
And in that white darkness, I realized—
I had already frozen long ago.