HuaLian

Quiet, he modestly wandered through the white forest. Breath pale against the numbing air, he blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed his face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavily on his eyelashes. The once dreaded and gloomy woods were like a beautiful work of art, alive with raw energy, speaking softly. Its whispers were low and delicate, vibrating around him. With subtle movements from within the small shrubs, a kaleidoscope of silver butterflies flew out, forming a faint trail in front of him. Silently he followed, putting his hand forward for a little butterfly to land on his finger, revealing faded cream coloured silk strips wrapped around his wrists as the sleeves slightly slid down by his action. The translucent and delicate creatures danced, a road connecting far-away, illuminating the path, white robes on his person moving swiftly through the snow-covered road, almost blending in. Stood there in front of him was an ancient tree, the plum blossoms on its branches bringing colour to the surrounding. Soundlessly, he crouched down, gently picking up one blossom that had fallen from its branch, helpless on the snow yet still maintaining its vibrancy. Sensing familiar footsteps behind him, a faint smile formed on his lips. Slowly he stood back up, turning around to face a male figure, not all that taller than him, dressed in maple-red robes, skin white as snow and hair black as ink. With the smile even bigger, one in white robes softly called out,
"San Lang!”