In a land of never ending winter, where the horizon is forever white. The scorching heat of the blazing sun became a gentle warmth, treasured by all. For all their lives, they have only known snow, ice, and the blizzard cold.
There I was, born into this heaven of pure white nothingness. The land was white, covered in snow. The animals I see, they are white. Even the sky above me, rarely are they blue, mostly fluffy white.
Once in awhile, travelers drop by to experience this piece of winter wonderland. And with them, they brought about stories and photos of their world, a world totally foreign to us. Stories of changing seasons, of the hot summer heat and everyone cooling down by the beach, photos of lush green country side during spring, photos of bright red, orange, and yellow during Autumn.
Time after time, these stories and photos got me thinking and wondering about the world outside. Amidst of all these white that's surrounds me, I dreamt of colourful flowers blooming amidst a stretch of lush meadows. The rustles of the leaves whenever a breeze passed by.
In this peaceful winter wonderland, where everything everywhere is forever white and cold, I kept dreaming of the nice warm breeze and the field filled with blooming blossoms. Wishing for that day where I could see that beautiful view right in front of me.
But here I am, stuck, drifting about aimlessly, body laying at the bottom of this freezing waters. Here I am, stuck, forever dreaming of Spring to come.
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