The blizzard here is endless. Cold snowflakes are violently dancing in the air and on the ground, and wind doesn't stop blowing for even a one second. Snow and cold is all you can find in this harsh and unwelcoming planet. This is why it was called Snow Graveyard. It seems that only a few lucky ones got a chance to get back safely. As for others... they are already considered as corpses, buried in a Snow Graveyard.

However, even knowing how deadly this land is, someone was actually forcing his way trough the fierce blizzard. It was a boy around the age of sixteen. He was wearing thick fur coat, boots and gloves, made from the same fur. It was quite thick and on normal days it could protect him from the fierciest winds and coldest nights, but today it actually met its match. Not without a reason people said that nothing could withstand a Snow Graveyard's cold.

Nevertheless, a boy who was suffering from tiredness, pain all over his body and cold that even this coat of his couldn't withstand, didn't show it on his face. His deep obsidian eyes were like a calm ocean, without the tiniest bit of ripple. He stumbled on the mountain of snow and couldn't get up for a while, but didin't panic, only feeling slightly troubled.

"Why is it so hard to travel on this planet?"

A boy asked quitely, but no one answered. Only fierce winds howled and howled reminding him to stand up and go forwad. After that he stumbled once more and once more, but he didn't give up. For his goal he was willing to die. Maybe that's why he wasn't fearing bitting cold, nor feeling afraid.

However, lone human cannot defy nature. It wasn't long before a boy fell on the snow and couldn't get up. He sadly sighed.

"Is this the end for me, after all?" 

"HA HA HA...I'm insane and stupid... to dare to venture a famous death land... yes, stupid, very stupid desicion."

He said that while lying on the snow. It was so cold that the coldness became a scorching pain. But he didn't feel any regret. If he could come back to the past, he would do the same.

The boy watched as snowflakes were dancing the most beautiful dance, gazed at the endless white and even felt a bit sadness. He couldn't find it even in the end. 

As he stared blankly at the upcoming end, he suddenly noticed a white butterfly. That's right, in the uninhabitable planet, with the harshest possible conditions, there was a butterfly, a weak creature. It flaped its wings once, flying higher, then descended, making loop in the air. It looked happy, dancing with snowflakes, untroubled in this harsh blizzard. Even a calm boy was surprised, seeing something like that.

The butterfly slowly descended from the sky and seemingly noticing a boy, circled around him out of curiosity. Maybe seeing that he didn't move and probably wasn't dangerous it flaped its wings once more and beautifully landed on the shoulder. Then it stayed still as if resting. A second passed, a minute, it still didin't move. A boy was also lying like he was from the start. if not for the wind, howling and carrying white snowflakes, you would probbably think that the time stopped. But soon it was broken. The little butterfly softly whispered in the boy's ear.

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"There's entrance, but no exit. Young friend, what made you come there and explore this world?"

A boy was silent for a while and it seemed that he didn't hear this little butterfly's soft whisperings. But he heard it very well, like a bell ringing on a silent night. As if butterfly was speaking directly in his mind. Soon he answered whith a dreamy look, reminscing a past.

"The first moment I remember is standing on the hill and gazing at the most beautiful view I have ever seen. The grass was withered and trees were small, with brownish leaves. It was by no means what you call a beautiful sight, but at that moment a very big and red sun was sinking to the ground, goldening every corner I could see. It was the most ordinary world one could find, but suddenly it became the most beautiful in the whole universe. I was strangely peaceful and slightly happy standing there. As if there's nothing to worry and be afraid.

But soon I felt panicked and confused. I didn't know who I was or where I was. My mind was as empty as it could be. There was no memories at all. The only thing, hiding in the corner of my mind was a story about the Motherland. Everyone knew it and it wasn't anything special, but to me, who remembered nothing, this story was a lead to my memories. So at that time, standing on that ordinary hill, I decided to find a Motherland. Of course, it was hard, impossible actually. But I didn't want to give up. So I searched and searched, until I came up to conclusion that a current planet map, showing all gates known to people that connects different worlds, cannot have a Motherland. I had to find other planet map. So I started searching a Corner worlds, where entrance exists, but there's no known exit. This is third Corner planet and I think the last one."

The butterfly was silent for a while before replying.

"You're partly right. Some time ago, when this world was still young, there was small passage linking to the other world. The weather was calm, without any blizzards and cold winds, everything was peaceful. However, everyone with a time gets old, as this world. There was no spare energy left to maintain the gates open so it was closed. If the other world wouldn't have maintained the passage that you came throught to this world entirely on its own, it would have also closed ages ago. "

"Is that so? Then it means that I had no hope from the start."

"There's always hope, young friend. I found your story interesting, so I don't mind helping you." A butterfly once again flaped its wings and flew up in the sky. Slowly it started emiting a faint white light and a blizzard calmed down along with the winds.

"You're this world's spirit, like a heart to humans. If you expend this much energy just to open a passage for me, you're going to die along this whole world of yours." a boy quitely reminds it. But spirit doesn't listen and only concentrates on creating the link to the other world. A faint white light suddenly becomes blinding. A boy already feels his body floating in the space, traveling through the passage.

"That's right boy, what's your name?" A voice is heard in his mind. Not the melodious one from erlier, but weak and faint.

"I don't have name. Even if I had, I forgot it with everything else. Just call me whatever you like" He answers with difficulty. Being in space one is very very weak. Even speaking requires some effort. But the butterfly deserved this much from him.

"Then I'll cal you Agni. In ancient language it means fire. You're like a fire in the middle of blizzard. Forever bright and unfading." Its voice was getting quieter and quieter until completely disappearing.