In the distant lands of the Great North lives a people forgotten by Gods and Men.

A people of legend, a people of storms.

And when, at the solstice, the sun is farthest from the equator, these people undertake a long journey.

In a majestic procession, guided by a bird with large white wings, two giant warriors lead the march of the muses and the high priestesses.

In their crystal bubbles to the strange trees, through their songs and aerial dances, they bring the cold and the breath of wind.

Thus, in the clarity of its star-bearers, the storm people sing of the light and crystalline purity of the great white expanses.