The silence was deafening. On the top of the hill, you could hear nothing. You could only see. The white horizon expanding for kilometers away till it blended into nothing. The snow was so deep that in many places only the top of the birches were visible. It was a cold but majestic place. Shivers could run down your spine, you waited for something to happen, but what would happen at the farthest corner of the earth?
Then the silence was broken. Branches creaked and the snow moved as deafening as an avalanche. What was going on you could not understand, till you saw it. The trees came out of the snow, unburring them from the deep snow. Slowly but steadily, like a rising army of dead, the trees rose tall and strong, ready to follow you till the end of the world.
The time has come.