The soft glow of the winter sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light on the room where Yozo lay sketching. His delicate fingers moved swiftly across the paper, capturing the beauty of the snowy landscape outside. As he worked, memories of the previous day's events flooded his mind, weighing heavily on his fragile heart. But in that moment, surrounded by the peaceful scene he had created, Yozo felt a sense of calm wash over him, if only for a fleeting moment. And so he continued...