As she stared across the vast, snowy plain, her Dream nudged her shoulder encouragingly, drifting and shifting like the fog that blanketed around her ankles. She glanced at her Dream, who at the time was in the form of a minute winged leopard. Her Dream's name was Mayo, named when she was four years old after her favorite food, once she had realized what it was. Now her Dream had become more opaque, for she had gotten closer to achieving it. She was close; she could feel it! The tips of her fingers tingled with excitement: all she had to do was cross the plain, and she would be there! She exhaled, her breath staining the air white for a brief moment. Her tattered cloak held little comfort to her, but she didnt feel the cold. It was simply there, neither hinderence nor help. She took the first step into the crunchy snow and felt the frozen dirt fall away from under her foot.
She fell into the ground.
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