...the ground is covered in a soft blanket of snow. The cherry trees are naked and saddened. Beneath the snow blanket lie a thin layer of cherry blossoms that cry and bleed for the sun to kiss them. Nothing can be heard except the nearly silent cry of a native bird and the click of echo across the breathtaking landscape. I close my eyes. My ears take over and I experience the universe as shadows lead me to the dragon's temple. Caressing and leading me all the way. Amidst the fire and warmth I am at peace and temporarily out of the cold. Brash and Chill tickle my eyelids and I come to. The cherry blossoms raise their crimson to the sun and break the thin layer of snow. I scream. I listen as the mountain replies.
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