La joven del corazón de nieve

It was an ethereal silhouette, barely visible. The woodcutter rubbed his eyes. That figure was real. A young, slender, and innocent girl stood in the middle of that white whirlwind. He ran to the door and opened it, fighting against the wind, which swept into the room carrying a multitude of white flakes. A delicate Japanese legend about love, loneliness, and the ephemeral beauty of snow, reinterpreted with Loputyn's unmistakable sensitivity.