The sun wakes up and tilts it's rays towards the vast expanse of white water The snow hides itself - not wanting to show it's true colours so early and so decides to imitate the sky to give itself a little more time. A newborn about to give out its first plaintive cry. And so the buildings and gardens had to content themselves with a cape of soft sky mist which caressed them and everything they held dear. Meanwhile, most of the humans still slept unaware they were the particles of a dream..
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