I have always thought my life would be an eternal summer, I guess I was wrong. Through years of carelessness, I have lost fertile grounds, rich with opportunities. Those grounds are now covered in cold snow as winter approaches ever more closely.

Inevitable it seems, that day will come when I shall finally face my last battle. At first, I thought I was afraid. But after careful considerations, I have come to a resolve to face it head on! Each day henceforth, I shall no longer move, I will refuse to budge not even an inch for if I do so, it shall only hasten the spread of the white cold, that is my enemy.

Finally, when that fateful day comes, I shall summon every ounce of strength and with all my might, I shall resist the enemy. And though there is no guarantee of success, I shall happily accept it. For nothing is worse than bowing my head or playing dead. I am Aner, and when the day comes I shall go out like a boss!