自她有記憶的那天起，哀地里亞的雪一直都在，時間仿佛凍結在這片寂靜的白色土地上。
年幼的她曾問阿蒙內特，雪是什麼？阿蒙內特說，雪是人世的悲歡離合。
她總是出神地看著城中的人們。
小個子勇士每日都在神殿門前練武，高塔下的中年祭司偶爾喜歡打瞌睡，苦行學者將安提靈花餅分給孩子們。
遠處打雪仗的孩子們推搡著，笑聲就像成熟的果子落進她的心裡。
她在高塔之上努力分辨著，卻看不清他們的臉龐。
聖女大人——只是當她出現在眾人面前，別人總是如此稱呼她，無人敢直視她的眼睛。
她鼓起勇氣靠近，他們卻後退一步，把眼睛垂得更低。她仍舊看不清任何人的模樣。
直到他們站在死亡面前——小個子勇士在戰場上受了重傷，中年祭司為經年累月的疾患所困，苦行學者在救治傷患時被感染——這是她距離他們最近的時刻。
生命不再痛苦掙扎，而是在她的指尖化作風中的花瓣。
當終於有機會端詳他們的臉龐，但她卻轉過頭去，不忍再看。
「有些手是為種植而生，有些是為統治而生…你只不過是履行告別的天職而已。」
阿蒙內特的話在她耳旁想起，她曾疑惑自己的雙手，究竟可以留下什麼。
回過神來時，她看著手中未完成的冰雕——年輕的戰士揮舞武器，母親擁抱即將奔赴戰場的孩子，眷侶依依不捨地捧起對方的臉龐……
這些人都不在了。
但這樣的事還會發生，一次又一次，在風雪之中，在風雪之外。
她終於明白，哀地里亞的雪也會融化，就像萬物都要走向「死亡」的懷抱。
「愛笑的尼古拉奧斯，慈祥的赫蓮納
還有如風一般寡言的克力同……
夜晚，我捧起那些
失落的名字，靜默的記憶
將白日的哀傷化作
沉浸在雪水中的滾燙
……」
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
