Have you ever gone fishing? If you haven't, well, that's okay I won't judge just as long as you give it a try
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It's beautiful. It's dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.
It is like hot lava's pouring through your veins and the clothes you're wearing are the anti-Christ
Long golden locks-same as picture on the box
No one can make a snow angel without an involuntary smile and happiness exploding from the far corners of their being, this is a universal proven phenomenon around the world (at least until proven otherwise).