Chronicler and his black Gukko had been flying since morning now and the sun was high in the sky. But even at the hottest time of day, Chronicler was freezing. "Is it just me, Gukko, or are you cold too? Are you flying too high?" Then he got the sense to look down. He was blinded by the whiteness. What he saw was a vast expanse of blinding, yet beautiful white snow. Chronicler was amazed. In all the time he spent back in Ko-Koro on Mata-Nui, there had never been any place as beautiful as this... "So this is Mo-Koro... Let's fly a little lower, Gukko". The Gukko squawked back in agreement.