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"I didn't know if I wanted to or not, but I was forgetting, everything was fading away like magic, it was all going away to a place I couldn't reach, but that didn't get out of my head. Ah, that I think that I can never forget."
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A youkai, taking the form of a beautiful woman, sings to attract men during blizzards in the forest, who end up lost, frozen to death by the snow. A boy having fun for the first time with his friends in the snow in this forest, listens to the youkai's melody and disappears for a few hours, being found in a hollow tree trunk curled up while sleeping, with no signs of hypothermia , with only a memory of what happened... "The mysterious figure approaches me and her hand touches my face. She is cold as snow, but her affection warms me. I don't I feel colder, I've lost myself, and I don't know if I want to go back now that he's close to me, like I've found my soul mate." Years later, now an adult, Reita is attending college in Tokyo, and nightmares about what happened when he disappeared into the forest in the snow as a child begin to plague him. So, at Christmas time, he goes back to that forest to discover if they are dreams or a forgotten memory. A Christmas tale based on a song about snow.
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