Winter was enjoying its reign over the Blue Mountains. And a gnome was trying to find his way on the mountains, defying the battering blizzard and the biting cold. Where he was travelling at? Why he had left his home? Nobody knows. Only clues about him were his tiny rubab and some other tiny belongings, which were all packaged in some old tiny fabric and tiny ropes that made of rat hair.

Tiny, the gnome was. He was only at sizes of a human's finger. So, while even strongest humans can survive such weather for barely a fortnight, there was no doubt that he couldnt even complete the second day of his harsh journey. He did it to dawn of the third day, tho. And as he saw the rising sun, his body was already failed at moving. Like a dead, he was lying among the snowflakes, which were at the size of his tiny hands. Only his eyelids were still moving, trying to decide if they are gonna defy the death by staying open or accept it by closing down.

Suddenly, as finally they decided to let the kind hands of death take away their master, they got opened to their tightest, to let the eyes of gnome see a huge silhouette that came out of nowhere.