A winter sun begins to rise over the wooded valley, casting a dazzeling light. The trees shimmer with the glow of sunlight on the pure white blanket of snow. Undisturbed drifts flow like waves, and ice crystals adorn the trees like jewels.
Deep within the valley, the only sound is the delicate chiming of icicles as they fall to the forest floor, shattering into a thousand small gems. A winding path leads into the forest. A cold wind flows through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine. In the distance a wolf howls, calling for its mate, seeking comfort and company during this chill time.
Deeper into the woods the occational breeze loosens more crystals, filling the air with music of divine purity. The faint sound of a brook, water still flowing beneath a perfect surface calls out.
The water whispers a tranquil story as it leads to brighter light. The shadows of the trees thin as the rushing and crashing of water begins to grow. And finally, at the edge, the frozen surface breaks as water tumbles down endlessley, and far out in the distance the dawning sun finally breaks the horizon, casting its light upon the meadows below, granting its secret visions of diamond beauty.