4th Aug 2023
This is the story of a distant time. At the foot of a big mountain, in the country outside the world, people live in small wooden houses. They hadn't seen the light of day for years: maybe a hundred, maybe more than a thousand. The last ray disappeared behind the mountain and it was always dark ever since.
Night was like day and day like night. It snowed, it snowed, it never stopped. There was so much snow that the trees looked like huge ice cream cones. Children played along the paths under the yellowish light of the tall, curved street lamps. Noah was one of them. He dreamed of flying. He was convinced he was born for that.
Noah would look up at the night sky filled with sparkling stars and imagine himself soaring among them. In his dreams, he felt the icy wind against his face and the freedom of being weightless. He longed to escape the darkness and explore the endless possibilities beyond the mountains.
Living in a small wooden house, Noah found solace in his imagination. The snow-covered mountain, with its majestic peaks, was his constant companion. He believed that the mountain held the key to his dreams. Its enchanting beauty inspired him to never give up on his desire to fly.
Despite the darkness and the never-ending snow, Noah's friends brought joy to his life. They would gather in the village's snow-covered streets, illuminated by the soft glow of the tall, curved street lamps. Together, they built snowmen, had snowball fights, and created cherished memories. Noah's friends admired his determination to fly and encouraged him to chase his dreams.
