Surprisingly inspired by snow dogs... anyhow.... The voyager lurks through the vastness of white powdery snow that composes the wasteland of the dead, he's been trekking for months, looking for the almighty emerald. It is said to glow with an aura of evil, and inside contains a demonic genie. But he doesn't believe it, he refuses to believe it, he won't believe it. But the emerald's looking for him, for a way to set it's captive free, and for a new vessel that this genie might take control of. He gazes at a passing blue spirit, hoping that he won't become one of them.