Walking Together With A Living Crystal Of Snow の小説・ストーリー

The moment you try to rush, you are lost. A clearing yawns before me. Not wide, just enough for moonlight to pool. A ring of stones surrounds a mound of snow-covered earth. No tracks. No scent. Just cold, beautiful and foreboding. I exhale and the mist clouds before me. Then I hear it...Crunch.

The night is so silent I can almost hear the slow, deep rhythm of Demon’s heart as he walks a few paces ahead, his dark silhouette etched against the endless white that the snow has turned into a mirror without end. John, at my left, keeps alert, eyes fixed on the forest, while I breathe slowly, trying not to let the cold steal my focus—when suddenly, among the muffled crunch of our own steps, comes a different sound, faint but unmistakable: someone stepping on fresh snow and, realizing they’re not alone, quickening their pace away from the cabin.

As they continued, other beings came into view. Children, if she could call them that—smaller, but just as ethereal—were sliding down the slopes on pieces of glass-like crystal, their laughter like chimes. A tall male figure was guiding what looked like snow-serpents across a field, their long, curling bodies leaving no trail. Two women knelt by a frozen lake, hands pressed to the ice, singing in a language that shimmered in the air. As they sang, shapes began to move beneath the surface—creatures of light and memory, echoing back the tune. “They’re beautiful,” Daniella whispered.

And once we mark Rain and Safia, their souls linked to ours forever, we will be ready to face her. Raven says nothing as I stand up and slowly make my way to the clearing. The crystal leaves of the trees shine in the bright light of the sun. ‘It will snow soon,’ Raven lets me know as I find the rock with the inscription. ‘Maybe we will watch the first snow of this year with Rain.’ I stare at the rock for some time. Not that I need to see the words to remember them, but tracing them on the cold hard surfaces of the rock helps me gain control of my feelings.

The crystal bridge carried them deep into the heart of the Geode. With every step, the world of grey metal and screaming alarms felt more like a distant, fading nightmare. Here, the air was clean and cool. The only light was the gentle, pulsing glow from the crystals all around them, and the only sound was the deep, musical hum that vibrated in their chests. The children, who had been trembling with fear, now walked with wide, wondering eyes. Fen reached out to touch the crystal wall beside the bridge. Where his small fingers brushed, the crystal glowed a little brighter, responding to his touch.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on breathing. Then, I felt a gust of wind stroking my face. I opened my eyes and saw the mist was gone with the wind. It turned out that I was wandering about on a bleak moor. Every step I took was like stepping on a mattress of cotton candy. I bent over, trying to pick up a piece. It turned out that I was walking on the snow in my bare feet. I didn't feel cold at all. Actually, I couldn't feel any part of my body. When I looked down at the snow in my hand, it had already melted into a pool of crystal clear water in the palm of my hand, dripping down through the gaps between my fingers.

Then she attempts to sleep again, but a nagging feeling in the back of her mind prevents her from dozing off, and that nagging is either she can't sleep in case it wasn't a dream, or she can't sleep in case it wasn't a dream. She suddenly remembered the stone and quickly checked it in her drawer if it still remained. And it was really there. She took it in her palms and take a deep look into it. “Horrifying red beryl…” she thought. She glanced out her window and saw that it was snowing beautifully, and she was enthralled. She took her first bare step onto the snow after opening the door to her balcony. She gazed at the night sky and all of Leafland's glowing magnificent mushroom houses. Snow

Vastria had to ask. “This crystal is a light crystal. It lights up by heat. It is best to breath on it, so it takes in the warmth from you. As long as I hold it in my hand it should stay glowing. If it does not feed off of heat, it will lose light.” Elcid explained. Vastria nodded understanding. Off in the distance, the howls of wolves cut through the air. It did not stop for nearly five minutes then dead silence. Not even the crickets could be heard. Elcid stood on alert as Vastria looked towards the direction of the howling sound.

"I'll take him down with me before I let him touch you again." ​Above us, the high-pitched, glass-shattering shriek of the Frost-Wyrm echoed through the white-out. The translucent leviathan was circling back, its massive, ice-plated tail cutting through the upper snow shelves, sending a heavy, blinding cascade of powder rushing down the face of the glacier like a slow-motion waterfall. The vibration of its movements rattled the very ice we clung to, microscopic fissures spiderwebbing outward from my fingertips.

The crystals on the mantel glowed with increasing frequency now, as if sensing that our bond had ripened into something even more profound, a living bridge between the mortal world and the realms beyond. Winter descended with its crystalline beauty, draping the mountains in heavy snow. The long nights invited us into deeper intimacy. One evening, as the fire crackled and snow swirled outside the windows, Ronan’s gaze darkened with that familiar hunger. He pulled me into his lap on the wide armchair, his large hands sliding beneath my thick sweater to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, coaxing them into tight peaks as I gasped against his mouth.