Submission (#5237) Approved

Strynhalde is a wonder of an existence with its ever snowing temperatures, a one of a kind trait compared to the other regions. The first step into Strynhalde greets you with a sudden drop in temperature, and even further steps a slow monochrome into white. The snowflakes that drift through the air, filling in the footprints you have left behind ever so slightly until it was like you were never there ; it was almost as if Strynhalde wished to remain unchanged, an ever expansive whites and blues.

There’s almost a serene feeling, walking paths that surely dozens have walked before, and yet the snow layers deep to hide the footprints of those past to make it as if you were the first to see this land. The snow glitters like crystals under the sun, and makes smoky wisps and swirls when blown into the air by the cold breeze. Would plant life survive here ? A wonder, and the answer is yes. Beautiful trees of white bark, seeming to shine due to a layer of ice that clings to the trunk, and above you are blue leaves that shimmer and sparkle like crystals, as if you were in the depths of a cave if not for the sun beaming down upon you. A bush of pale green leaves would make good cover for the fauna of this region, even hiding a banquet of food known as snowberries : round white berries that taste even sweeter in the cold climate, perhaps due to the crisp air.

A deep breath in and an exhale to emit a white cloud due to the heat of your body, yet another sign that dissipates, the snow deepens in its fall as you move forward in your journey. Once the blizzard is over, your footprints are nowhere to be found.