Wind and snow sent spring back. In this land, spring was still gathering strength in the south, whereas the wind and snow in the north had long strangled any hint of spring in its cradle. In the north of the land, blades of wind and swords of frost covered the land 360 days of the year. There was no spring to speak of. The wind and snow dissolved into bone-piercing blades, a slash to the left and a slash to the right.
In three days, it was rare to catch a glimpse of black mountain rock peeping through the snow. It was these cold and heartless sculptures that gave off a deathly silent atmosphere. This was an icy wasteland, a dead land. However, there was a row of black dots moving across the long deserted snowy plains. They were moving silently and resolutely forward.
