In the hearts of dreamers, lament will always linger. Sadness can bloom into the brightest, lambent shades, like the rain giving way to the phantom of a rainbow, like the promise of hope. But sorrow may also wind down a darker, colder path. Our hearts struggle to find our way back, but our footprints have faded into the snow. Tales: [1] snow bees [2] moonlight orange [3] don't find me [4] her glass castle