Lo que la nieve susurra al caer

For Hunter, music is much more than a set of notes shaping a melody. The songs she composes are a refuge. Chords that talk about dreams and fears. Of desire and lack. Compasses that illuminate the shadows of the cold and lonely world in which she has grown up. Muses that have transformed his past into a brilliant present. However, that inspiration is muted when he finds a handwritten letter in his mailbox, which forces him to question everything he knows about himself. Willow's life has become a box of messed up moments and dashed dreams. He feels that he has lost her place in the world and no longer remembers the person he always wanted to be. As the snow falls silently, Hunter and Willow will discover that destiny does not always have the last word and that moments, good or bad, make us everything we are. That sometimes it is enough to listen to your heart to find yourself. And that there are winter loves, capable of surviving the thaw and becoming eternal songs.