it's been marked for death and the reaper shall collect its reward.
And what a precious reward it is..
snowdrift.
my winters are sadistic in nature. cold flakes fall out of black clouds as the glittering ice spirals across the silky smooth web of a lonely spider, curling around its body in a cold embrace and slowly draining its warmth away. a fox cub, small and defenceless, slowly sinks beneath the waters depths as it's mother's cries are ripped away by the biting winds that claw at your face and rip at your clothes. are the winters in your realm as unforgivable and cruel as mine? are you able to sleep peacefully without fear of the wolf's howl?
i wish our winters were one in the same but they never will be.
