Aesther placed her hand upon the frozen lake.
It was no longer as clear as before, instead, the thick layer was now fogged up. As if marred by harsh winds and carrying the scars of ancient times. But there was more than just the seemingly endless ice.
Snow soft flowers blossomed across the place. It was no longer cold but filled with soothing gentleness like the cool breeze on a hot summer's day.
It was hard to believe that this odd fragment of dream could contain so much strength and beauty. It felt like Aesther had been walking upon another world, one where every part of the landscape expressed something magical and mysterious.
The space in her mind was evolving, abruptly changing to a place far more ethereal. The ice was always there to remind her that despite the coldness of life, something beautiful could still be found within.
