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A fairly well beaten track leads between two large snow drifts. A light powder coating of snow covers up any features that this this stark tundra may have. An icy coldness sucks the warmth from the air into the river of ice below while the wind slices through the air like a cold steel sword. White folds of snow extend to the horizon in all directions. The sky is black and the stars shine down brightly. The waning half moon shines down. Fluffy white clouds drift lazily overhead.