ωє нανє αℓωαуѕ ℓινє∂ ιи тнє ωнιтє ωσи∂єяℓαи∂.
we live in a world, where we have never seen or felt the imaginary source as heat. everything we are used to, or we know, is something opposite of what we wanted. we are located right at the bottom of a tall, massive peaks that pierce the skies. snow is our friend most of the time, not out enemy. it is only out enemy when it hides the thin sheet of ice that shattered underneath our gender hooves. predators lurk in the shadows, waiting to strike on an unsuspecting mare or foal, or any horse, to be exact. the land gives no mercy, giving us no luck, giving us only one choice: to survive. even though we have these harsh battles to fight against, we can do more than just battle: we can make memories. these memories are not like others, the ones with a happy family and a wide open meadow, with an endless amount of flowers. But there is one thing that is specific about our memories;
They're Winter Memories
