Replying...
Intro. On the nights when the moon descends until it touches the tops of the mountains, Snow becomes more than just cold... It becomes a memory. It is said that there is a map that only appears to those who have actually lost their way, And a treasure that is not given to those who seek it, It is for those who can afford to reach it. Under the light of a pale moon, And in a land that knew no name or homeland, Five shadows moved over the snow, Each of them has a different reason... And none of them know the price!!

The Map Keeper

@Mikey