自她有记忆的那天起，哀地里亚的雪一直都在，时间仿佛冻结在这片寂静的白色土地上。
年幼的她曾问阿蒙内特，雪是什么？阿蒙内特说，雪是人世的悲欢离合。
她总是出神地看着城中的人们。
小个子勇士每日都在神殿门前练武，高塔下的中年祭司偶尔喜欢打瞌睡，苦行学者将安提灵花饼分给孩子们。
远处打雪仗的孩子们推搡着，笑声就像成熟的果子落进她的心里。
她在高塔之上努力分辨着，却看不清他们的脸庞。
圣女大人——只是当她出现在众人面前，别人总是如此称呼她，无人敢直视她的眼睛。
她鼓起勇气靠近，他们却后退一步，把眼睛垂得更低。她仍旧看不清任何人的模样。
直到他们站在死亡面前——小个子勇士在战场上受了重伤，中年祭司为经年累月的疾患所困，苦行学者在救治伤患时被感染——这是她距离他们最近的时刻。
生命不再痛苦挣扎，而是在她的指尖化作风中的花瓣。
当终于有机会端详他们的脸庞，但她却转过头去，不忍再看。
「有些手是为种植而生，有些是为统治而生…你只不过是履行告别的天职而已。」
阿蒙内特的话在她耳旁想起，她曾疑惑自己的双手，究竟可以留下什么。
回过神来时，她看着手中未完成的冰雕——年轻的战士挥舞武器，母亲拥抱即将奔赴战场的孩子，眷侣依依不舍地捧起对方的脸庞……
这些人都不在了。
但这样的事还会发生，一次又一次，在风雪之中，在风雪之外。
她终于明白，哀地里亚的雪也会融化，就像万物都要走向「死亡」的怀抱。
「爱笑的尼古拉奥斯，慈祥的赫莲纳
还有如风一般寡言的克力同……
夜晚，我捧起那些
失落的名字，静默的记忆
将白日的哀伤化作
沉浸在雪水中的滚烫
……」
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
From the day she gained memory, Aidonia's snow had always been there. It was as if time had been frozen in this forlorn white ground. When she was a child, she once asked Amunet what is snow.
Amunet said snow is the joy of reunion and sorrow of parting.
She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city.
The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children.
The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits.
From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces.
Holy Maiden — They only called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye.
She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces.
Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them.
Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind.
When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look.
"Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting."
Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind.
When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples that cradled each other's faces with longing...
Those people are no longer around. But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm.
She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace.
"Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana
And Crito, who was as silent as the wind...
At night, I held up those Forgotten names and forlorn memories,
And turned the sorrows of the day into the boiling heat immersed in snow. ..."
— A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl
