Fresh Snow is not music. Music died so that Fresh Snow could live. As music ascended toward the light, Fresh Snow fell down to earth. They passed each other in a corridor of indescribable beauty. They were given a message and strict instructions on how to deliver it to you. They had no pen or paper with which to write it down. Luckily it was simple: “I love you. Don’t be afraid. All is forgiven.” User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.