Imagine for a moment, sight unseen, that there lies
in a frozen valley on a planet of ice, a civilization
completely controlled by women, a matriarchy,
there is peace and prosperity, and they live in
harmony with one another, with nature, and
with man, even with the native tribes of the North,
the Ghost People,
There is plentiful food on this limitless winter planet,
from indoor botanical gardens and also from
underground farms, a technique learned from the
native tribes, the gardens are so large that sometimes
even the Ghosts like to wander over and stare at the
many flowers and crops, it is a sight indeed,
The buildings are large domes, the outer layers are
covered in windows, allowing expansive views of the
ice mountains and glaciers, one can even see the entire
Milky Way galaxy through the windows at night, large
vats of mulled wine fill the dome with the smell of
home and calm,
The women and men of this planet are dressed in
space suits that are functional yet inspired by the
traditional garb of the Inuit people on ancient Earth,
large faux animal hides and fur line the space masks,
there is a care and intricacy to every section and
pattern on the suit,
The women sit at the head of the tables and at the
head of the government, they are fearless and bold,
with wide eyes and smiles on their faces, they speak
their minds and negotiate for the future of the planet
and society,
This will be the future of the ice planet, if only I can
manage to not die first.
