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The mountains are capped by pure, white snow. At the base of the mountains lies a modest little hut. A porch facing the river that churns through the country side. A rickety fence separates the property of the eccentric old man and the open woods. The pines line up in an orderly fashion as if they had just been recruited into the army.

Into the river the roots of a great oak enters. A large sturdy tree that has seen most of the century going turning by sways gently in the wind. Its thick bark protecting it from the heavy beatings the climate gives. However, in the middle of summer the crown is covered in lushes green leaves throwing a coat of shade onto the emerald pastures on which a snow white stallion runs.

The majestic creature gallops across the huge clearing. The pristine white coat emits a glow that can be seen for miles. The smooth fur and bushy tail move swiftly. It is a free creature zipping across the horizon.