The snow plains stretched toward the eastern horizon. Occasionally, some tall poplar trees could be seen gathering at a certain lonely corner of the big plains. Snow had accumulated between the branches, reflecting the bright sunlight.
The forest remained dark and without boundary. The sky felt low as if it was pressing on the tall crown of the trees. There were people moving about in the forest. Even though those who were out of the forest could not see it, the horde of birds that flew in surprise from the forest could more or less indicate some problems. However, no one seemed to care about this. The people in and out of the forest knew about it: when they saw each other, it was the moment to use their life to fight destiny.
