“ | Climbing in years of snow. | ” |
Only after climbing to the top of the mountain did she see where the infinite field of clouds ended – it wasn't at the zenith of the mountain range, but at the end of the snowy plain at the back of the mountain. She looked back at the path she trekked. Some of the footprints were shallow, some other ones deeper, scattered in the snow, each step is in her eyes and her memory. It was like a line hooked to her destiny, every time she took rest, every time she lost her footing, and every time she got up again, were the knots that were hard to undo. Magallan could even clearly see where she took her first step. It was a normal afternoon, thick yellow pages spread out on her mother's lap, selling products to the person on the other side of the connection in a slightly raspy but friendly voice. In the screen of the muted television placed far away, a gray fluffy land creature was hitting the screen using its short and black wings. It was as if little Magallan had heard its call, and she lifted up her leg, put it back on the floor, then slowly lifted up the other leg. As she was doing this repeatedly, she heard her mother drop the phone, which had just connected, and the yellow pages, calling for her father happily, then calling over her grandma, the neighbors, even the messenger passing by, just to witness this very memorable moment – her first crawl. There was something special about this scene, and it deserved to be seen by so many people. The tiny Magallan crawls "backwards" toward the TV, then slowly turns around and reaches out to touch the feathered creature on the screen. Her first crawl, and she crawled backwards? Well, it does kind of fit her usual style. No matter what methods she uses while trying to reach it, she will always get there in the end. As these memories went through her mind, she was lying on her stomach on the expedition sled, sliding down from the top of the hill and into the snowy plains at the back of the mountain. Thump— The snow covering was like the thick blanket she was covered with when she was a baby. It took her a while to come back to her senses, or rather, to wake up from her reminiscing. The snow in front of her and above her head was thick and heavy, and she could only slowly crawl backward, and it took her a great deal of effort to slowly get out of the snowdrift, then slowing rise— Magallan shook off the past, and the ice crystals returned like stars to the snowy galaxy of the earth. Her first meeting with Sami reminded her of a sentence she heard while she was training at the exploration association. "In the eyes of Sami, everyone is a child......" "He is waiting for you to find Him."
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