Among time when you lay down your bed. Really snowy winter of early February season, you hear the snowstorm sounds behind your window. Slowly you start to fall asleep. You appear in a place like a snowy forest-steppe with literally nothing else around then bare trees and bushes, as well as some snow and and pale blue sky. All this seems to look familiar, but nothing is something you could clearly remember of some past, you don't even feel any coldness. You're barely sure this is just a sick dream or something of alike these. You try to wake up, but something doesn't let you to do that before the time.