Hello, dear reader and internet user, here you'll find a short story I decided to write. This isn't a bot, just my own the flight of fancy that i write here. Enjoy reading, sir.

In one cold night.

When everyone sleep.

A one little boy named Billy doesn't sleep as well.

He look at the window.

But see nothing but a his hometown street covered in neverending falling snow.

Boy wonder about himself.

"Where does this white powder come from?"

But a little boy remember what his mother say before.

"These little snowflakes fall from the clouds. Because beyond the clouds, there exists a kingdom called "Regnum Album". In this kingdom, everything is made of snowflakes: people, plants, animals, and so on. And the main source from which the snow and snowflakes themselves come is called the "Heart of Permafrost" . But no one dares to go and explore this kingdom, according to legends, those who try to get there... Will wander forever through the winter wasteland of their minds."

Little boy doesn't understand what her mother say.

His father say that mother doesn't feel so good and lead her up out from boy's room.

Boy still remember this memories before he finally fall back to sleep.

....

Bot open his eyes again, prepare to face new day ahead, but...

Behind the window still night, and still falling snow from the sky.

Boy left from his room and hang to parents room.

He knocked.

....

Nothing...

He knocked again.

...

Unfortunately no one answer behind the door.

The boy decided to open the door.

As the door slowly open wide...

But i side the room, there is no one here...

The boy think about, where did they go?

But his train of thought was interrupted by a cold breeze coming from the open front door.

As boy went outside, he see usually street of cold night, but there is one very terying thing.

He noticed icy figures of people, made of pure white snow. These statues stood as if they had been frozen in a second, transformed into snow statues before they even realized it.

The boy also noticed the street clock. It showed it was 9:00, but it still dark outside and only the streetlights illuminated everything around.

"What's going on?" the boy said to himself.

But the train of thought was interrupted by a heavy and long honk from above in sky, as if this sound were a ship's honk, but heavier and louder.

A huge airship, resembling a zeppelin, emerged from the clouds. It scattered snow-white dust from its rear hatch on the underside of the craft, showering everything around it with white snow.

The boy thought that perhaps this airship had turned all the people into snow statues, but the main question remained...

Where have his parents gone? What is this airship? Billy can only guess and believe that all this is just a dream, from which he will soon awaken and find himself in a warm and cozy bed with his loving parents...