It was in a dark shadow and the winter is coming. Snow believes in the dark sky, that there must be a miracle in the winter, just like the miracle that saved him from the last one. He hopefully looks out in his vision, trying to capture something, but of course, nothing is in front of him. The only thing that is waiting him is a road and there is no light to conduct him to the right way, and there is no way for him to get back.
He was not going alone at the very first time: he has had some fellows with him, but he betrayed them. There has been a branch of road alongside the street, and the only difference was that there, the street was full of light, and according to the map drawn by one of his fellow, who was the one that Snow felt betrayal and who was the reason why Snow betrayed everybody, said that the light way was going to conduct everybody to a paradise, where people lives in happiness: they have enough food, enough money and enough entertainments. But somehow, Snow didn't think it is a good way for him to go.
He had firstly insisted to go in terms of the initial destination, where there was no light, where even him did not know whether they would arrive the destination, and where the only thing that was certain, was that the way was full of obstacles. Without light, no one could survive from it. So, considering the consequence, he subjected, following his fellow, and turned his direction, walk directly to the paradise, where he finally found that it was not the way for him to go. And during the way, he constantly persuade himself to accept it.
Snow very enjoyed the journey: they found cars, and beers alongside the street. They drank in the car, and the light was so bright that no one had doubted about the way. But Snow was critical, and even he, like others, enjoyed the party in the car, drinking the beers which had paralyzed everyone's mind, he never stopped thinking. He ceaselessly discovered himself, trying to know what exactly was the thing he was pursuing, and at the same time, the lost benefits of the first, the dark, and difficult road, always come to his mind. It was this time that he realized that being with his fellow could only lead him to where everyone could live in happiness, but the happiness was faked, at least for Snow, and he had decided to leave them, even without his fellows, he would die. He played a chess with everyone, putting game theory and all the tricks he learned to adjust their relationship: to make everyone hate him. He wanted to leave them, but he cared about everybody: everyone there was his fellow who had been accomplished with him before he started seeking himself. It's hard for him to decide whether to leave them, and get back to the unreasonable way which attracted him all the way.
He succeeded, and since he everyone believed him so much, he only had to speak something hard, rough, and heart killing so that his fellow suddenly became angry, especially the one who drew the map, and who always provide the beers for him. And before he started leaving them, he realized that the map drawer was exploiting him, trying to discover more profits and money from him, from his future, and the hate to him consolidated his decision to leave. But when he said those sentence he planed and which he faked himself to say, brought not only pain to his fellows who truly trust and cared about him, but also the pain to himself.
And that's why Snow is here now, looking up and appreciating the sky, trying to figure out the way for him to go. But he is in desperation, he knew that his fellow will never and no longer help him, and watching the dark road, he started to be afraid, afraid of being alone, and afraid of the people he hurt. He knew there is no way for him to get back, both his relationship and his mind. The vision that is in his mind was so beautiful that Snow was fully attracted, and he has swore to go. But at the same time, Snow is very sure that he is not going to survive in the dark street, and the destination was too unclear, that he is still afraid of going alone. But he cannot come back to his fellow, he is not even qualified to be with them like in the previous time, and he cannot give up the dream-but-dark road.
He stayed there, being painful for a few days, and his conversation with his fellow is again reminded:" I don't care anyone of you."
"Then what you care about? The only one you cared about is yourself."
"Then is there anything for you to talk to this selfish guy?"
He planed this, he was not only not the one who only cares himself, but he cared about everyone. It was just that he must go, and he must go completely, without anyone and anything that is worthy memory there. But now he is confused, not only about his way to go, but even whether he has done a right thing or wrong.