It is so still here. Incredible serene and pure and so mythically beautiful, every branch of a tree is piled high with snow making this forest look like a magical place the midnight glow of the full moon reflects f every crystalline snowflake making the snow look like trillions of tiny diamonds. Nothing moved it was blissfully absent of sound, but that of my breath, that’s when I knew this was a dream a foretelling one. one of a world that wasn’t my own, here was brilliant and vibrant every color was a million colors it’s iridescence glittered blinding in its beauty, here beautiful was default . No place on this earth was so assertive in its detail to allure.