Snow. Fox liked snow. It was white and pure. It was the cloud that came to earth. Fox was sitting on a log staring at the snow. Snowflakes fell from the sky. It was so pretty. Fox tried to catch one on his tongue but remembered his mask. He didn't dare take his mask off. But the white forest was still pretty. He drifted in and out of consciousness. And then he saw a fox. The fox was pure white and blended in with the snow. Fox liked the little fox. He wished he was white. White was his favorite color. But he could never be white. The fox stared at Fox. He wondered why it didn't run. Didn't it know he was a monster? Then it ran away. It hurt. He didn't want the fox to leave. But it was better that way. The snow was white, but it turned red. Everywhere he went turned red. That was his curse. The curse of red.