[dream]
[ Endless, endless snow as far as the eye can see. The cold is biting, bone-penetrating, intense enough to make you ache. The world around you is barren, like a frozen desert, and the snow is driving. As you walk forward, your footsteps disappear behind you, but you can keep pressing forward and you might see a figure in the distance.
Jade is on his knees here, dressed in his usual attire except for the gloves. He digs in the snow with his bare hands -- slowly, determinedly. His fingers are bright red and raw from the cold.
Scattered on the snow around him are intricate formulae, written in the fonic notation; don't expect to understand them. Even if you spoke the language, these dream calculations are muddled and nonsensical to everyone except the man who drew them painstakingly in the snow. ]