The wind was howling across the snow filled fields. For miles, the white veil cascaded down over the barren wasteland, filling the empty image with a sense of vivid movement, even though hardly anything could live around here for miles on end. The occasional frozen plant or dead tree could be seen dotting the landscape, clinging to life with futility in the frigid air. The thickened ice and jagged stones were the true foliage of this frozen hell. This place was not meant for life to blossom, not