From the pale sky was fluttering beautiful white crystals, falling like feathers. These crystals were as delicate as could be and would melt away to a small pool of water at the first touch. The crystals multiplying in the sky, and gathering on the ground, made a swift crunch and squeal underfoot. However, there were few feet that had traveled here on this barren land before us, and the ones that had were the naked feet of the natives. The crystals were as white as ever and cool to the touch. Around the trees there gathered lumps of the white beauty, as though it was pleading the sleeping trees to come out of their slumber, and come out to play. The crystals whirled about in an enticing way, not only to the trees. It reached into the soul of every child and placed within him a desire to dance and to frolic in the white mist. The white all around encasing the world with a blinding whiteness, held such a beauty, a pure beauty. The beauty was that of a bride in a white dress on the day of her wedding. Her knees trembling, her hands quaking, her mind racing because of the joy welling up inside her. The beauty of the blinding whiteness was so pure and so innocent that the thought of ruining the perfectly glazed whiteness by stepping onto it, seemed such a pity. To break the purity that had been so wonderfully crafted seemed such a tragedy...but wait. The tragedy is gone, now is excitement! The feeling of being the only one, the lone soul to be in existence in this white wonderland was such a remarkable feeling! The glorious feeling of doing whatever you please in the dream of this fluffy white goodness was such a freeing one. The whiteness so white, yet not over bearing was a marvelous thing in the open field dusted with the white crystals from above.
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