Cobwebs
LoZ: WW: "Snow"Long centuries ago, his child's eyes had gazed in wonder at the gleaming glass orb that the traders from across the desert pulled from layers of careful packing. His own face, burned dark as sin by the merciless sun, reflected back at him from the flawed glass in distorted ripples. Inside, a white mist swirled, tiny crystals falling inside a timeless seal. A flick of the trader's wrist sent them dancing. Snow, they called it. A globe full of water that had become so cold that it turned light as feathers, and flew upon the breeze to chill the land.LoZ: WW: "Snow"
Snow. Cold. Things the desert people could not understand in their forsaken w
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