New Year in the winter forest... Spruce trees dusted with snow, the setting sun in a light haze... The beauty here was breathtaking. And suddenly... In the first seconds we didn’t even understand what was in front of us. A huge old pine tree, from the lower branch of which hung... an angel. A human-sized crystal toy, outstretched wings, head down, long white curls. The angel slowly swayed, and a barely audible ringing seemed to be heard in the air, as if from many bells. I looked in fascination at the figure suspended from the pine tree. The crystal toy turned out to be a girl. Dead. She was covered with a layer of snow, her dazzling white hair glistened in the rays of the winter sun. And her face... Translucent, like rare porcelain. I could barely stand on my feet because I suddenly realized that the dead girl had my face...