Snow came as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring the world to a new shine.
Upon the rise of the sun the forest was so snow-white. It had a pristine aura that begs of the soul to stop for a moment and let the sight enter your soul.
Under this scene stood a black haired young girl. Her hair, black and straight, moved as soft prairie grass in summer wind. It gives contrast to her face, sweetly white upon her porcelain white skin. She woven into the beauty of this place rather than a thing apart. There was something of her spirit here in the trees and, as if they are always in communion, ever happy together, she seemed lonely but at the same time not, almost as if she existed for this.
Finally, the girl opened her ice-blue eyes that remind you of the blue sky and mumbled.
