The doves of snow – Prologue

2 Feb


The white world whirls its whirlwind wielding wars of winds in the whiteout, without winning, whining or even wandering what I want. A silence like whispers in a chilling tempo.

Peace. Not pleasure. Serenity. No action. Light. No darkness that can come from life. Softness. Not a single drop of destruction that can come out of the human heart. Echoes in the dove-gray sky.

The doves of snow are my only friend. Singular. Because these birds form together an entity-The Dovetail. Regenerating with neverending calmness. Hope in the blue-green-white like thunders revealing the way to soul-travelers. The tale of the Dovetail and how I met Her is what you`ll hear next.


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