The subject walked among mountains of reliefs. The scene was once again cold, and after the foggy season it was more effective to get sick, but it didn't stop them from intruding and leaving the house; simply to play together once again.

The fold echoed in astonishment. The way the snow shattered in his hands was gritty, as if it were the earth itself. His fist caught a pile of snow, and from his point of view he threw it right in your direction in a whoosh of attention.