Write the opening part of a story about a place where it is hard or impossible to tell the truth.

The white snow drifts to the ground to join its brothers, forming a cloud; a protective layer. Shadows of humanoid figures dance on the sheet of white as the crunching of the underside of brown, worn boots create indents in the layers. The sounds of chatter fill the air, but with chatter comes to silence that is more deafening. The silence of fear. Fear of discovery of secrets. If you listen closely, the chatter of the terrified humans mentions secrets and deep desires that are babbled onto unsuspecting visitors. Others that have the defining knowledge held their tongues, knowing what will become of them if they dare open their mouths.

Visitors from other planets and plains wonder as they blab their withheld thoughts and the wisest of the humans reveals the electromagnetic field that surrounds them - the Truth Field.