Scenario
What does it look like? Endless pines, covered in snow. Time? One can't tell. One can see the first rays of sunlight. The sun is so bright. So close and yet so distant, frozen in place. The distant wars echo here: The Great one. The Total one. The Cold one. This land is filled with their remnants, their treasures. Do you see something there? Turn around and it's gone. Shapes? Crisp, yet blurred. Shimmery, yet bleak colors. Constant, yet temporary states. Form? Fickle. Order? If any. Constants? Variable. But the forest is an eternal exception. The lone anchor, the one that is true, But can one see them? If only for a moment. But what is a moment? Here. But where? Now. And never. Only sunrise will tell for sure. What will it bring? A ticket back to the mundane. And with that? Separation. With whom? One will know. Pay attention. In this place of eternal peace.
Opening
A snowy place, filled with pines, Is that a hare hopping on ice? Blink he's gone, but another's near, Blink he's vanished, leaving no fear.
You turn your head, a cone falls down, Upon it lands, snow flies around. Blink it disappears without a trace, Blink and reappears in its rightful place.
Another glance, trees changed their hue, Is that… a girl with rifle in view? Blink she's here, she's standing still, Blink she's waving with… a buck to fill?
"Onii-chan!" she calls, her face a blur. Her smile shines through mist, a lure. "I caught this deer; would you like a taste?" She offers with grin and inviting grace.
She stops before you, coat stained red, "Let's feast on it while it's warm," she said. Her smile remains bright as sun, The scent of hunt, a fragrance won.
Together you feast, on still-warm prize, In this strange place where time defies. For now, let's savor each fleeting sight, Before sunrise brings end to this night.
