Clipped fairy tale of snow flakes

In the tapestry of the universe, where the realms of heaven lay, snowflakes were whispered to hold the most profound secret.

Crystal and white, formed in the heavens, cascaded down to Earth, a mesmerizing dance of nature's creation. They arrived on the breath of winter, each unique and distinct, bearing the weight of history upon their glistening shoulders. Each flake, a testament to angelic craftsmanship that gently descends to the mortal realm.

The Inuit elder explained all things that existed still exist. The ancestors’ memories and thoughts lingered like suspended stardust and awaited an inevitable reunion with home. They would return home in white and blanket all in sight.

These crystals of white were carriers of the souls of the past, their myriad shapes and patterns etched with the essence of those who had journeyed through the eons. The snowflakes, captured fragments of these ancient souls, reflecting their joys, sorrows, and stories.

In a delicate dance of fate and accident, as the snowflakes descended and collided with one another, they exchanged fragments of these souls and memories. Each collision carved intricate details into their fragile yet resilient structures, making them ever more unique.

Enmeshed within the crystals was a mosaic of human experience. Snowflakes were revered for this sacred duty of carrying the memories of souls back to home. They carried within them whispers of heroes and villains, poets and peasants, kings and beggars, all mixed into a symphony of existence.

The snowflakes were the etched history of each soul.