The snow fell quietly, noiselessly.
"You mustn't go.", Begged a little girl, thickly wrapped in her winter clothes.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon," said her mother, tears in her eyes. She didn't understand then that she was lying. A little kiss on the forehead and she got into her car, leaving her daughter in the snow. Then she drove off. Further and further away ... and she cried ... She cried and cried, shedding tear after tear.

The little girl just stood there. The snow settled on her, the snow cover was getting thicker and thicker. Skid marks could be heard, a bang ... and suddenly this fire, fire was burning everywhere, the forest in front of her was ablaze ... and suddenly it was snowing black snow ... black through the ashes ...
A crow called ominously through the night. She didn't understand. Slowly she padded with her small steps through the snow that she was throwing up. Her nose froze ... She wanted to see her mother, who just disappeared in the car ...

Suddenly she found herself in the snow. Fire. Black snow. That was what she saw ... over and over ... did she understand now?

A tear rolled down her cheek. She lay in the snow like a little crying angel. Black flakes adorned both the ground and her, her dark brown locks also darkened, the wind carried more and more of the black snow towards her. Her white cap was turning ... her tears stung her freezing cheek.

The fire is burning!

Suddenly she saw light. A shadow in front of her. Your shadow. Her father's headlights. She just stared out into the woods. A fire truck arrived, one of the men came to her ...

The fire is dying ...

The flames were reflected in her eyes again afterwards ... Just like the snow ...