Two siblings were left stranded in a chilling mountain range, abandoned by their father. The elder brother, Tyltyl, readily prostitutes himself for two measly tobacco pieces while anxiously anticipating their father's return. His younger brother, Mytyl, harbors peculiar sentiments towards him. Is it because they share only half of their bloodline, or does it go deeper than that? In the midst of these emotions, they happen upon a wounded soldier in a snow-covered wasteland where the passage of time has seemingly ceased. Despite the uneventful days, people come and go throughout the seasons. And where do souls congregate when in agreement...?
