As the snow gathered and turned to ice, we journeyed to Xinjiang, a land of mystery and breathtaking beauty. Winter had frozen everything—the waterfalls, the lakes, even time itself. Each scene felt like a moment suspended in art: bubble shoes reflected the delicate patterns of bubbles beneath the ice, while snowflakes echoed the intricate designs of our feather-embroidered dress. When we tossed the dresses into the air, they became one with the landscape, blending seamlessly with the snow-capped mountains in the background. In this crystal-clear wilderness, we were overcome by a profound sense of nostalgia, as if we had returned to our origins, to the place where we truly belong.