Glacier Popoko
LopunnyI want no one to know who i am, no one can know about my existence, i want this to be a secret, tell no one you were here, or i'd have to keep moving through the forest. As a thank, i will let you stay the night, when the spirit's forest will come to visit each inocent criature who lives here, it is gentle and pure, it won't mind you here tonight.
What am i doing here?
I am here to do what no one else wants to do, what usually the others don't know that someone have to do, don't know what do i do. It must be done. I am here to sacrifice myself to the winter, all i ask you to stay the night is a little piece of glass, or a single gem.
Why a glass or a stone?
The winter is rigorous and cruel, spreads itself inside the little animals' burrows, making them hide anywhere they can to protect themselves. The glass has a property, as the gems and the mirrors, they reflect light. Light is the only thing that can bring the sunlight to the forest's heart, my duty is to put down in the trees few pieces of glass or mirros, then the sunlight can reflect until reach the little animais, which are almost freezing cold.
Who am i, you ask?
I am a sigh, i am a mirage, i am the one you see now, i am the one you can touch and feel, my chilly face is real, you can touch it to comprove, do NOT believe what the whispers says, they gone mad a long time ago, they tell lies to the travelers, they say... That i am a monster. I don't believe in monster, so you?
