by Enigvill
In a city where the snow never stops falling, the boundary between reality and nightmare is as thin as a sheet of ice. This is a collection of whispers from the frost—stories of ethereal beauty that conceal sharp teeth, and shadows that dance in the white-out. From haunting encounters in the blizzard to the dark magic hidden beneath the permafrost, these tales explore the intersection of visionary fantasy and psychological horror. Note: This is an ongoing collection of short stories. New chapters will be added as they are translated from the original Japanese. *Posts will be irregular.
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