The air was soft.
The sky was blue. Some clouds were floating here and there.
You could feel the cold tickling your nose, cuddling your skin.
It was a shivering feeling, but it felt good.
Despite the cold you could feel from outside, inside you there was a sweet warmth.
The people around you that you spent the most time together, tied with bonds of care, love, friendship, trust.
Beyal looked at the sky again; it was clear as the sea, giving you a calm feeling right in your heart.
Then the silence of nature got broken by a terrific sound. Big, scary shadows covered the snowy land.
Beyal got up, staring at the view in front of him.
He saw his two friends running at the snow, but then they fell down. He saw other monks and teachers, who were still running, but the fell too one by one.
He saw men with machines chasing his people. They were yelling.
His people also were screaming. Their voices were full of despair. Fear.
He saw the snow becoming red.
He fell to his knees.
He felt something tickling his cheeks, something light and soft. It wasn't the snow. It was something else.
He continued watching his people falling down.
The snow becoming red.
The screams echoing in his ears.
The men keeping chasing the monks.
Another tickles on his cheeks.
He wanted to rub them, but he couldn't move.
He was shocked.
He wanted to yell his friend's and family's names, but he couldn't speak.
He looked at the sky again. Now, with his tears covering his eyes, the sky indeed looked really glassy.