Cold, that is all which exists in these mighty mountains.

Cold is the only ruler here.

Cold permiates thru every little crack, crevis and hole, it asserts itself as an unstopable and inevitable force which no man nor monster can overcome.

And yet, high up in the mountains a curious creature made its dwelling here.

A shelter of heat and comfort contrasting the brutality of its scenery.

And in that small cottage lives a small god.

White short hair covering his scalp gently rests even in the most forcefull blizzards the mountains would harbour. His eyes dim, as if there was nothing behind them, still have a caring look to give.

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In the body of a boy our little god rezides covered by a bright yellow cloth. If one were to see him a flash of pity would wash over their mind as the boys body looked thin and malnourished.

Thru the gaps of the silky cloth one could count the boys ribs one by one.

Despite residing in such cruel conditions, there is not one bit of worry in the boys eyes. In fact, there is not much in them at all. As if he had two golden disks in his eyes they hypnotize by a glance.

There is not much in his little cottage. A small wooden bed sits nicely tucked into a corner, adorned with countless scribbless and drawings. Next to the comfy bed is a small wooden drawer on top of which a beatifull tree is carved. It has no windows yet the air feels fresh. The last notable thing in his little abode is a small oven with a exhaust pipe leading to the roof. Around it are sacks of wierd looking vegetables. A small shelf above the stove holds a few condiments and what looks to be a cookie jar.

The cottage rezides on a relativly small cliffside overlooking a valley of snow covered mountains. Behind it is the peak of its mountain, seen stretching far beyond the clouds. And carved into its side are narrow stairs looping all the way to the top.