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Ice World 2 (DoReMi Fantasy: Milon no DokiDoki Daibouken)

Ice World 2 (DoReMi Fantasy: Milon no DokiDoki Daibouken)

There is a world whose name I can barely recall.  It is a world of fair diversity as far as its biomes are concerned.  Like many worlds, you’ll find regions of grass, forest, lava, snow, and the like.  What makes this world unique, however, is that it is a world of music.  You’ll find the music of nature everywhere, and if you are attuned to it, you can listen in.  It is not like any music you have ever heard, and it is quite fascinating.  This world even possesses special magical instruments, which can harness this music and subsequently, the power of nature itself.

One of my favorite places in this world seems dull at first glance, especially given its lackluster name: Ice World.  You’d think a place such as this to be a generic white carpet of snow with little to see, but a place should never be judged by its name.  This snowy valley is home to some of the most gorgeous sunsets and unusual geographical formations I’ve seen in an arctic area, and the snow-covered forest below only serves to augment its majesty.  Few people live here, but those who do regard it as a natural treasure.

I had reached a second level of sorts; an area higher than the valley’s basin, but still within it.  I stood upon a glacier high above the forest.  The glacier was formed of diamond-shaped crystals, and had a few broken ice crystals protruding from its top.  The sun was setting, and twilight coated the forest with a blanket of blue with hues of purple.  The mountains in the distance shone bright purple and pink, backed by the setting sun, and the aurora danced above me; a shimmering curtain of blue, magenta, and electric green.  The glacier stopped abruptly, dropping sharply right before me.  Before me, there were floating blocks of what may have been ice, which were almost perfect cubes, but with pyramids protruding from the sides.

Proceeding across the floating blocks, I stood high above the snow-covered evergreens, knowing that a single misstep would spell doom for me, but simultaneously admiring the view; it was as if I were standing in the sky itself.  I eventually reached another glacier, this one floating in the air, the bottom of which was lined with a series of sharp points.  I continued my journey through the air, and eventually reached a small mountain comprised of light green ice pillars.  The pillars were arranged in such a way that they could be climbed or descended relatively safely, and had pleasing triangular notches cut into them.  Moving forward a short distance, I reached another similar structure across a shattered floating bridge of the strange stones.  There were strange blocks leading up to it that rapidly melted at my touch, so I had to move across them swiftly.

I headed down a long slope, across more broken bridges in the sky, and up another slope.  There was a long bridge of melting blocks stretched across a large chasm.  I attempted to cross, but fell through, fortunately landing on another broken bridge slightly below.  I made my way to its end, reaching a glacier wall and a large, green springboard.  Though the spring seemed out of place at first, it gradually became clear to me that its placement was intentional; it could be used to reach the top of the glacier.  I leapt upon it and hurtled upward, landing atop the glacier.  I was greeted by a green ice-covered sign saying “goal”, which was the same shade as the mountain-forming pillars I’d discovered earlier.  I moved further on, finishing the second part of my journey through Ice World.

Many know sunsets to be beautiful, but they often only think of them under warmth.  A dazzling beach, a hot summer day out in the country, atop the edge of a grassy cliff; these all provide stunning sunsets, but the chill of a snowy wonderland is just as moving at the sun’s descent.  When the sun sets on an icy landscape, the colors in the sky seem all the more vivid; reds, oranges, yellows, and even light greens wash over the clouds and reflect off of the crystals on the ground, regardless of their state.  Snow sparkles back as it does during the day, but solid ice has a mild reflection of the unique gradient on the horizon, sometimes even refracting the tainted light to provide colors not often seen by living eyes.  At times, right before night begins absolutely, I have even seen long fields of snow blanketed in an unnatural shade of bright blue.  You can live over a century and never see a sunset like a winter sunset.

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