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Snow fell slowly over the mountain, the wind blowing coldly and stirring the cold powder into beautiful patterns, twirling across the sky. The growing cold and wind barely bothered me compared to the low visibility caused by those same swirls through the sky. There were no landmarks on this part of the mountain: no easily visible ridges, or notable formations of rocks, no comfort at all for someone trying to head back home. Looking up at the sky, I could practically feel the oncoming storm, just a few minutes out, sending a shiver down my spine, despite the lack of any sensation of chill in my body. Raising my hand to shield my face from the