White, transparent snow.
It is said that no two snowflakes in this world are the same.
Each and every snowflake is unique.
Just like people.
The process of a snowflake falling is like a person's life.
It condenses, grows branches, forms a beautiful shape, then falls to the ground, merges into the pile of snow, and if lucky, it can last until the weather warms up, and if not, it gets trampled, melts, and disappears completely.
...No, no, no, that's too negative a thought.
Life is beautiful, how can it be compared to something as brief and fragile as a snowflake.
Standing in front of the huge glowing Christmas tree, Kiryu Hina rubbed her gloved hands again, stamped her feet gently, and a hopeful smile quietly appeared on her face, which was a bit reddened by the cold.
Today is Christmas Day.
It's a white Christmas.
When she saw the snow falling from the sky during dinner, she was already excited.
She had not expected it to still be coming down when she went out.