"The ocean from late spring to early autumn is like a gentle lakeside maiden. She has a calm and shy smile, silently extending an invitation. She will allow you to embrace her, letting you brazenly reach out your claws and explore the beautiful coast... But if you miss the time, as autumn comes to an end..."
"The gentle lakeside maiden will, without warning, suddenly transform into the ruthless ice and snow witch (Windego)! She will shoot piercing cold winds and ice arrows, freezing you and your ship into ice blocks. Then, she will use her thunderbolt-wielding claws to tear you apart, bit by bit, and devour you completely!..."
Miki the Sage looked serious, recounting the inherited poetry of the Cedar Shaman, and also relaying his warning.
"So, explorers heading north, seize the time! Because now is the best and last chance. If we delay further, we'll have to wait another year!..."
"Ah? Gentle lakeside maiden, ruthless ice and snow witch?"
