My mind dazzeled at the sight of trees bursting throught the snow in an emerald circle.
This moss covered sancuary is where the nymphs must have played a thousands of eons in oder to create a landscape as soft and alluring as this temple.
The snow whistled harmonies of what nature wanted to hear.
she told me, "Silence."
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