The snowfield after the blizzard was inconceivable to those who had never seen it before. When the vast plain was completely covered with accumulated snow, all one could see was an endless sheet of white. The blue sky, pure and clear, seemed as if it had been washed by water. Beneath the blue sky was a limitless white landscape that lent the world an unparalleled purity, a purity untainted by any evil. Far off, at the unreachable horizon, the mountains, likewise covered with snow, stood tall. The white land and the white mountains melted into each other, extending into the hazy edges of one's vision. The afterglow of the setting sun cast upon the distant mountains adorned their snowy peaks with a pale red veil. This dim, ephemeral light added a touch of fairy-tale-like mystery to the mountains.