My world is freezing. Will this winter extinguish this candle? I don't know. I just want to blow out my flame and become a part of this frost. It is hard to remain a candle in this freezing cold. The wind is fierce, and I am standing against its direction. I was listening to the voice of a withered flower. As it took its final breaths, it said to me: “Keep my memory alive. Make a flower out of ice, and make sure it never melts.” At that very moment, a tree called out to me and said: “This frost has killed all the flowers. The trees have a rebellion in their minds. Burn us all, so we can put an end to this frost.” I said, “Can’t you see those guardians of the trees?” It said, “They are not guardians. They are snowmen.” I said, “But they are walking.” It said, “I know. All snowmen walk.” I said, “Look. I think a group of snowmen have set a tree on fire. I think the rebellion has begun.” it said, This is their entertainment, “Burning a tree in front of the others, so they can humiliate the trees and tell them that the owner of this forest is the frost, Just burn me,“Please. With that flame of yours, burn just one of my leaves.” I said , “The frost will end, and the fire season will begin" Leave me alone...