
Near indistinguishable from the snow, two conemen spot a third, a white coneman. A hue good for surface hiding, auspicious in that way, and yet…

Blue Coneman: “Ho, ahead, look brother, how nice to see another, let's greet him gently, so he doesn't flee”

Red Coneman: “Hold brother, for living coneman he might be, but what if he's frozen, or worse, one of the frisen! Let's be on our way!”

Around the back of that coneman, was he just sculpture of snow, was he frozen to death, was he undead, frisen hungering for the living, or coneman true and live?
The two brothers, red and blue would never know, already they had fled…