Spring Frost

Clang- The mask shattered in half, revealing a face so exquisite it seemed otherworldly. Skin as white as if dusted with powder, a sharply defined nose, perfectly shaped lips. Features so meticulously sculpted they seemed untouched by time. Hair that was once as black as a raven's wing had turned as white as the snowy mountains of the north. Still beautiful, yet tinged with a precarious ethereality, as if about to dissipate into the air. As the mask fell away, the eyes revealed beneath slowly blinking lashes held a pure and radiant light, like polished black jade. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it was a pity only Ye Gango and Tae Yang were there to witness it. However, f...