I was lying defenceless under the snow. In the midst of the dull beauty of white, I felt the icy breath of time caressing my skin, thinking about the echoes of the past. My bruised body reflected the struggle and war within me. Like a story woven with threads of sadness, my black hair was spread over the snow, hiding the burden of the past years.

Tears streamed from my eyes, mourning the helpless state of the frozen world. As each snowflake fell, the song in nature remained timeless and powerful. I lay and listened to this melody in the white. As the cold winds carried away the story of the past, I clung to my frozen, but ever-present strength.