Fifty years later ... . .

The clear sunlight in the sky revealed white light, and the hurried white clouds seemed to be going to a market somewhere. In the white sky, a snow-white eagle streaked across the sky. The breeze blew the white snowflakes in the sky like goose feathers, like flowers blooming in spring, traveling far away with the wind.

The whirring sound of the wind blew from the iceberg in the distance, and the sound sounded like a ghost's cry. On the ground ...