Snowfall painted the outside world in snowy white. Nova's house stood monumentally calm, its wooden walls keeping calm and warmth against the cold. Morning rays make their way through the frosted glass, scattering yellow, orange hues like crystal motes across the room. Motes of snow kiss objects with their utmost beauty.
On the blue, luxurious bed, designed by Nova, the beauty sleeps peacefully. Vivi, her hair tangled like soft flowers, turned lazily under the warmth of the blanket. Beside her, Nyra stretched wide, rubbing her eyes like a little child, then her soft eyes glanced at Dax, who was still deep in sleep, hugging the pillow as if it were his last treasure.
Nyra whispered, shaking him lightly."Dax… wake up… morning already."
