It was absolutely astounding. That was the only word that sprung to mind at the sight laid out before her. Rich black eyes open in wonder, Zenith stepped forward hesitantly, dark-skinned fingertips trailing lightly along the tree trunks around her. What...was this? This beautiful, lush area around her that she had just found?

A slice of heaven, perhaps. She stepped deeper into the jungle, her bare feet stepping softly over the snow, ever so lightly. She was wearing jeans, (something new to her,) and a white sweatshirt to keep herself warm. But she couldn't wear shoes; it was too foreign. Her feet hardly felt the cold, and even the jeans and sweatshirt seemed like too much clothes. Her voluptuous form moved stealthily through the jungle trees, the light snowfall and white surroundings contrasting with her dark skin and black eyes magnificently.

This world that she had stumbled into was so beautiful, so foreign, so...so...wonderful. It was nothing like the grasslands of Africa, nor the incessant heat and days bent on pure survival. Sure, as the belle of the village she had had more times of pleasure than the rest of her village, but she had resented such treatment, and tended to work as hard as the others, just because she could.

Right now, though, her mind was as far from Africa as it could get. She was walking quietly through the large jungle trees, her feet soft on the snow and her hands trailing lightly across the trunks. The peace and quiet of the world around her was soothing, yet nearly disconcerting. So used to noise and busyness, this quiet stillness was almost completely foreign to her. Why was this? Why was this world so quiet? Where was everyone?

She had seen a glimpse of a person upon her arrival, but had been so torn and confused that she ran in the opposite direction, towards the jungle, wearing only her breast band and loincloth. But on her way she had begun to feel the freezing cold chill through her bones, a completely new sensation. She found the jeans and sweatshirt lying next to a tree, and she took them merely out of necessity; the jeans were tight and the sweatshirt a tad too small, but they were warm.

Stopping beneath a vast expanse of trees, Zenith looked around, awed at the world she had stumbled into. So beautiful...this white substance floating around, what was it called? It was light and fluffy, and upon tasting some, it was quite delicious. It tingled on her tongue, then melted away into nothingness. She began to kick it, bury her hands in it, and laughed out of sheer joy. Her laughter echoed around her, but she didn't care. This...white stuff, it was wonderful! She sat down in a soft pile of it with a thump, giggling and laughing to herself, not even caring what others would see. Her face was alight with such joy and innocence that it was as if she were a child once more, facing the world anew with hope and dreams that were so often crushed in the later years.

And yes, she had had her moments of heartbreak and lost hope, but this was what she lived for. The miracle of the moment, and this was one such miracle...and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Laying her head back against the snow, she closed her eyes and smiled, as if she were imagining someone beside her, enjoying this new world that she had found.