C440 The history of the past

The sky was filled with stars. The snow-white petals floated down from the sky. They were flowers from the sky, snow-white, colorless, ice-cold, like the Human Realm's ice-cold snow. No, it wasn't snow, but the flowers in the sky.

His fingers were cold, and his black hair had turned white overnight. The scars on his forehead had spread out like a curse