The sun dimmed over indigo trees, white Cristal flakes floats down gracefully to the pure carpet of snow. One by one, yet , all remained dead in the sleeping forest. The wind silently caught a beautiful and foreign voice. 'God dammed trees-this god dammed forest – they all look the same" This voice came steaming from an exhausted, frustrated, (but handsome…and) desperate albino elf ,who had been swearing dramatically. He was wrapped around with an Elvin cloak, though the cloak the qaulity to insulate him from freezing. He was simply lost and irratated. 'Now, where in the hell is it?!' Without watching, he stepped on something that unexpectedly collapsed , He fell violently and ended by a savage punch face to face on the frigid snow. His eyes peered open and invidiously crawled by kneeling his hands leaning against the ground, " God dammed cloak... Stupid senseless short cuts…". He creeped up to stand. Erect , he was the only eboney figure towards the colourless land. Then he caught an imprinted pathway.