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The biting wind stings the skin in the northern land. In this place where the endless white snow seems to cover all human sin and solitude, I met "him"... no, "her." Escaping the city's clamor, I stumbled upon this distant land by chance, never expecting to encounter such a "rare being." The god called fate sometimes plays cruel, yet sweetly tantalizing tricks. Dressed in trendy clothes, standing idly on a street corner, at first glance she appeared to be just a delicate girl you'd see anywhere. But deep in her eyes lay a profound loneliness like a vast wilderness and a wavering, unstable sense of self. That day, "her" mood was like a rare warm spring day in the northern sky. The waves of an unstable psyche had calmed, like a calm sea, due to the anticipation of pleasure from a long-awaited affair. In the hotel room's intimate space, amid the air drowsy with heater warmth, I treated "her" gently and lovingly as a girl. When the clothes were removed, a boy's body, undeniable in its truth, was revealed. Yet her cheeks flushed with shame, her trembling eyelashes, and the delicate fingertips reaching for me were more alluring and graceful than any woman's. Only the heat of our interwoven skin was proof that we lived in this moment. The way she writhed at the impact of insertion, moaning and begging for love. Her hot breath, as she swayed on the boundary of her own gender and was swallowed by the vortex of pleasure, stripped away my reason. It was a ritual beyond mere intercourse, akin to soul salvation. The joy of being treated as a girl and the instinct of a man clashed, eventually blending into the ultimate depravity. Afterward, in a state of exhaustion, the words "she" let slip were an equal mix of hope for the future and despair at the present: "I don't plan to keep this up, but I don't think I can graduate from it anytime soon." We merely shared a fleeting dream. By the time this snow melts, this heat and the memory of our overlapping skin will likely be swept away by the northern wind. We'll probably never meet again. That's why this "embrace at the edge of the world" is etched deep into my heart, like frozen soil that will never thaw.