In the heart of the Winter's Reign, where the snow-laden forest stood sentinel, a nocturnal harmony unfolded. The forest, blanketed in a radiation of celestial whispers, was a tapestry of silence, punctuated by streams of starlight. The pristine snow absorbed the brilliance of the heavens as it flickered and danced against the virgin white, echoing an ancient song.

Beyond the forest, nestled against the expanse of the darkened sky, lay the imperious Snowtop Mountain. Its monumental stature was unveiled, clear and proud, as the night cloaked it with its quiet respect. The peak was obscured by the entourage of the cosmos, with the Milky Way arcing elegantly over it, holding a laudable sway over the slumbering landscape. A celestial veil, cascading from the heavens and down the mountain, painted a mesmerizing tableau, a window into the universe itself..

As twilight paved way for the cover of darkness, a tranquil hush settled upon the forest. The night sky and the snowy mountain braced themselves for the unraveling of the night's symphony, a momentary pause in the eternal dance of nature. The silence that followed was an enchantment, woven with the spellbinding brilliance of the stars above and the snowy mountain below. It was a moment, encased in time, that beckoned poets, heralded by Rhea's silver heavens and the hushed whispers of the snow, a glimpse into the dreamlike world of the vast cosmos.