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On the snowy streets, the temperature was getting lower and lower.

However, what was even more chilling than the extreme weather was the desolate look in the eyes of the old man from Kuno, as if his soul had been completely emptied.

Xiao stood there blankly in the snow, listening to the old man's hoarse voice, which sounded like a broken bellows, and was deeply shocked.

He originally thought that he had tasted the bitterest defeat in the world by missing the national competition by a difference of 0.02 seconds.

However, when he faced the white-haired old man in front of him, he truly felt what it meant to be desolate after being mercilessly crushed by the years.

"Grandpa Kuno...you used to play the violin?"

Xiao's voice was a little hoarse as he looked at the old man's hands, which were red from the cold but still tightly protecting the record player.

"I used to be a violinist."

The old man lowered his head, his gaze tenderly fixed on the slightly worn old vinyl record.

"So, the piece of music you played for Glalfan, was it...?"

Xiao instantly realized what was happening, her eyes widening slightly.

"Yes, I played that myself."

The old man nodded slightly, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth:

"No, to be precise... that is the only piece in all my performances that has been recorded on film."

The wind and snow seemed to intensify, making the old man's voice sound fragmented.

"I tried my best, but I never became a famous violinist. However, I never stopped loving music."

"But... at this age, I naturally can no longer play that violin like I used to."

At this point, the old man Kuno stopped talking.

He simply sat quietly on the steps, letting the snowflakes fall on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

The viewers in front of the screen felt a tremendous emotional impact at that moment.

After a brief pause, the barrage of comments surged in like a tidal wave.

[That's so tragic... He dedicated his entire life to his career, only to end up unknown.]

Even more devastatingly, his wife, who had always been by his side, passed away at a young age.

This old man is barely clinging to life, relying entirely on his memories.

No wonder he was so eager to summon Glalfan; even if it was just a false phantom, he wanted to go back and see for himself.

Isn't this just the life of an ordinary person like us?

[I cried. A lifetime of hard work, and nothing achieved…]

[Is that you, Squidward?!]

I tried, I struggled, but in the end I returned to ordinariness, swallowing all my regrets alone.

Is this the deeper meaning behind Director Gu's choice of "Meditation on Thales"?

That opera also tells the story of the struggle between reality and illusion, obsession and liberation.

At this moment, the scene shifts to the command room of the elite youth team.

In response to the sudden blizzard crisis, the atmosphere in the command center became tense.

"You managed to find so many books!"

Vice-Captain Mizuha looked at the mountain of paper documents and holographic projection materials piled up on Musashi's desk and couldn't help but complain.

"In this digital age, your speed in searching for physical books is so outdated!"

"Don't interrupt, I'm looking for historical records of these extreme weather events!"

Musashi searched without even looking up.

"If a similar situation has occurred before, it would certainly be documented!"

"Once you've finished searching, clean it up properly."

Vice Captain Mizuha walked over and glanced at it, then gave a serious warning.

After all, these books are covered in dust, and even a light tap will cause them to fog up.

At that moment, Rena's mind flashed back to the boy she had seen on the street earlier, and the things he had told her.

"Come to think of it... I do seem to have seen something like that when I was on patrol just now..."

"I think it's called... Snow Light."

Upon hearing this keyword, Musashi suddenly thought of something.

"knew!"

Musashi responded, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh hard.

"Found it! It's in this local gazetteer, in its unofficial historical records!"

"Where?"

A blurry, ancient document was laid out before them.

"Legend has it that in the coldest of places, there exists a creature called Glarvan."

Musashi read the above record aloud:

"When it arrives, the sky will open a door and radiate a strange 'snow light'."

"Snow Light?"

……

As night fell, the blizzard did not subside; instead, it escalated into a massive, all-encompassing blizzard.

The wind howled through the empty streets, emitting a mournful cry like that of a wild beast.

Xiao wrapped her coat tighter around herself and, braving the wind and snow, ran towards the direction where the old man from the bitter field was.

The old man's words from earlier that day kept echoing in his mind:

"After you see the first glimmer of snow, close your eyes."

Just as Xiao was about to run to that familiar street corner.

Suddenly!

A white light suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black night sky.

A dazzling, dreamlike silver-white light poured down from the massive spatial rift, instantly illuminating the entire city!

"That's... the Light of Snow!"

Xiao suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked up, and was completely stunned by the miraculous scene before her.

Immediately afterwards, the silvery-white light gradually condensed in mid-air, transforming into an ancient and mysterious giant door.

With a clear and melodious cry, the legendary monster, Glarvan, finally descended into this world from the other side of the door!

Its appearance is peculiar and sacred.

Its head has a noble and long horn like that of a unicorn, and its body is covered with full, white feathers like those of a bird.

It is a compassionate guardian, silently suspended in the wind and snow.

The moment Glarvan arrived, a strange wave emanated from him and instantly swept across the entire Earth.

"Buzz—!"

With a slight ringing in the ears, something chilling happened.

The howling wind stopped abruptly.

The snowflakes, which were flying everywhere, were eerily suspended in mid-air, no longer falling.

The traffic lights in the distance stopped flashing, and the birds flying in the night sky were frozen in that one second of flapping their wings.

Apart from Akatsuki and the old man of Kuno, time in the entire world was completely paused under the light of the snow!

"Real time and the time of memory are two times that can never run at the same time."

The old man's words echoed in Xiao's ears once again.

He stared in shock at a snowflake floating in front of him, and reached out to touch it gently, but the snowflake remained motionless, like a mosquito frozen in amber.

"This...this is real..."

Xiao muttered to himself, then immediately turned his head and looked at the old man in the bitter field on the steps.

At this moment, the old man from Kunoya had already stood up.

His originally cloudy eyes were now fixed intently on the screen of light projected by Geralfan.

Xiao followed the old man's gaze and her breath caught in her throat.

Within that curtain of light, a warm and bright room appeared on the snowy street.

Inside the room, a spirited young violinist was playing the "Meditation on Thales" with his eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music.

Beside him, a beautiful, gentle young wife was holding a babbling baby, gazing at her husband with a face full of happiness.

That was the bitter wilderness forty years ago, the peak and happiest moment of his life!

"Grandpa Kuno..."

As Xiao watched the old man's trembling back, her eyes welled up with tears.

The old man walked step by step toward the light screen, reaching out his hands, covered with age spots and wrinkles, wanting to touch the young version of himself in the light screen, wanting to caress his wife's face.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the light screen, he jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Grandpa Kuno, you...you're going to leave with those memories, aren't you?"

Xiao stood behind the old man and asked loudly.

The old man stopped in his tracks, his shoulders trembling violently.

Torn between intense longing and reality, he remained motionless for a long time, like a statue weathered for a thousand years.

After a long while, the old man slowly turned around, tears streaming down his weathered face.

"I can't leave."

"Why?!"

Xiao asked, puzzled.

"Isn't that the time period depicted in the photo?"

"Everything you've always wanted—your youth, your wife, everything—is right there."

"You've waited so long for this moment, why do you want it back now?"

The wind and snow were kept out of the cracks of time.

The old man's gaze pierced through the light screen, taking a deep look at his younger self, before letting out a sigh of relief mixed with bitterness.

"I saw these things... and for the first time, I became fully aware of them."

"The person over there is me from before."

"That's everything I had back then."

The old man's voice sounded incredibly ethereal against the silent night sky:

"That period of time can never be relived."

"I can't live through that time again."

"But...Grandpa Kuno, don't you want to experience that happiness again?"

Even if it's just self-deception!

Xiao pressed for an answer.

The old man smiled and shook his head, his cloudy eyes gleaming with a clear light that transcended life and death.

"Just once is enough."

"Just once?"

"Yes."

The old man's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"Even if it's just for a moment, I only need it once."

"Because it only happens once, it will never be forgotten."

boom!!!!

These words struck Xiao's mind like a thunderbolt!

It also struck a chord deep in the hearts of all the viewers in front of the screen!

Because it only happens once, I won't forget it.

At this moment, Xiao finally realized the truth.

He recalled the track and field competition in which he lost by a mere 0.02 seconds.

He has been resentful about this result, feeling that he wasted three years of his youth and that his efforts were meaningless.

But now, looking at this old man who calmly faces the regrets of his life, he understands:

The sweat I shed under the scorching sun, the unwavering determination I had at the starting line, the summer I gave my all for my dream…

Everything he has is a precious life that belongs only to him and that he only has once!

Even if the result is failure, the process of striving and the proof of truly living are treasures that no one can take away from you!

"We won..."

A bright light rekindled in Xiao's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly!

"I won! Because there's only one chance, and rather than leaving empty-handed in the past, I'd rather do something meaningful in the present!"

As Xiao watched Grandpa Kuno become lost in his memories, he quietly took away the picture of the door.

"Grandpa Kuno! Let Geralfan go back!"

He couldn't just stand by and watch the old man completely give up the present for the sake of a fictitious past!

However, the snow gate that has been opened is not so easy to close.

Gralvan seemed not to understand Xiao's call, remaining silently suspended in mid-air, maintaining the light curtain leading to the past.

"Damn it! Look this way! Geralfan! Look this way!"

Xiao waved her hands anxiously, trying to get the monster's attention.

At this critical moment.

A dazzling blue beam of light, like the dawn breaking, forcefully tore apart this frozen space-time!

"Gauss—!"

With a familiar battle cry, the elegant blue giant—Ultraman Cosmos in Luna Mode—descended amidst a flurry of light particles!

Gauss's appearance did not disrupt this tranquil beauty.

He slowly walked up to Geralfan.

Faced with this legendary monster that controls memories and time, Gauss showed his most extreme compassion.

Gauss gracefully crossed his hands in front of him, and a gentle and sacred lunar energy rapidly gathered in his palms.

Gauss's brand new skill - [Moonlight Shower]!

A special ray of light, as cool and gentle as moonlight, burst forth from Gauss's hand.

Like a gentle spring rain, it showered down on Glarvan's massive body and the mysterious card that opened the door.

Under the soothing and purifying moonlight, Gralvan let out a gentle groan.

It retracted the light screen behind it, took a deep look at the old man and the boy on the ground, then slowly turned around and flew back towards the huge snow gate in the sky.

As Geralvan's figure completely disappeared into the crack, that strange door connecting the past and the present...

They slowly converged amidst the dazzling light, eventually transforming into countless silvery-white specks of light that dissipated into the night sky.

The moment the door closed.

The howling wind blew in my ears again.

The snowflakes that had been hovering in mid-air began to fall again.

The traffic lights in the distance resumed flashing, and a night bird let out a cry.

Time has begun to turn again in the world.

However, for the old man of Kuno, his time had come to an end.

"The person who opens this door will disappear from the timeline of this world."

This is the price of peeking into the past.

Xiao turned her head and was horrified to find that the old man's body was emitting a faint light.

She became increasingly transparent, as if she might melt into the air at any moment like the snowflakes.

"Grandpa Kuno!"

Xiao rushed forward without thinking, trying to grab the old man's hand, but only grasped a vague shadow.

The old man did not feel fear; instead, his face radiated an unprecedented peace and tranquility.

"dawn……"

The old man's voice became ethereal and otherworldly as he smiled at the boy who had been reborn from despair.

Please remember... those happy times I once told you about.

"In my little-known, utterly ordinary life..."

"I have lived my life to the fullest."

The old man reached out and grasped Xiao's hand.

"I... will never forget. Thank you..."

The old man's figure faded into the wind and snow, eventually transforming into countless particles of light.

The faint words of thanks faded in the wind, and the old man who had played the violin his whole life and deeply loved his wife and children disappeared from this world peacefully.

The snow continued to fall, but Xiao's heart was no longer cold.

He stood there, gazing up at the night sky that had returned to its deep blue after Gauss's departure, a warm tear sliding down his cheek.

He knew that the sun would still rise tomorrow.

And he will carry this once-in-a-lifetime, brilliant memory with him, and continue to run hard towards the straight track of the future.