Journey

Journey

There was a plain of pure white.

This plain seemed to stretch on forever, and if one traversed it, they were liable to think that they hadn't moved from their initial spot as no matter how long one marched in any direction, the scenery never changed. The whiteness just continued.

Not only that, but frigid winds blew throughout the plain with terrifying force.

In the gentlest of areas, the winds could reach speeds of hundreds of miles per hour, and in the harsher parts, it surpassed sound with ease.

There was a sun high above. However, it provided no warmth in the white plain as the cold was so frigid that any ordinary item would be frozen over instantly. Instead, its light only reflected off the white snow and would be able to blind anyone who looked for too long if they didn't have the necessary supplies.

In short, it was a terrible place.

And yet the stillness of it was disturbed.