It was icy cold as the snowflakes melted upon my skin. The branches of the trees groaned beneath the midnight howl. I had lost my way in the snow and my only companion was my own footprints on the fluffy white mass below. I was terrified. I knew that my soul had already turned into ice.

I suddenly saw the hut. To me, it seemed that it was built of shadows rather than mud and bricks. The swaying white branches of the pines seemed like an artwork of Gothic souls as if humming a sinister lullaby.

I walked towards the hut with the hope that I would get some warmth as my body heat was borrowed by the icy white night. My footprints followed me.

I was about to enter the hut when I turned around and looked down.

I saw my footprints leading in a different direction!