Fishing Net

Dark Winter

Fishing Net | Dark Winter 

 T/W_Death, small mentions of suicide 

 Months had passed 

Snow. Everything was swamped by a vast amount of snow, accompanied by the sharp breeze that flew in through desolate air, which was undeniably freezing cold. The snow made the decaying lands appear far brighter than usual and clear enough to glance further when compared to being shrouded in haze and pitch blackness. Most people in this dusted land had a disliking towards the chilly, pearl-colored snow, due to that fact that they had passed through years with only 3 months to try to get used to the brightness, and to forget about it every time it had faded, especially for those who live further into the depths or ends of this bitter world that they refer to as home. It was a fact that the further you went, everything got darker with each step crunching against the snow, however, it was thankfully never necessary to walk outside during these times, because of how the beasts, madmen and even bandits would slow down from how thick this snow was. It would take hours or yet days for the average beast to travel a kilometre. Frantically hunting would no longer be one's desire and the dusted ones may get their rest in this garden of empty feeling. Winter would've made the frosty air even more stingy, however, all that it would require would be a cloak with fur and all would be fine. Most individuals rocked a military style, formal attire style, or even both as clothing so a cloak would be hardly noticeable. 

There was a common belief from the ludicrous ones who wielded the wisdom of a bird without wings, due to the fact how absurd it sounded. This daffy, confusing belief or more so an opportunity was to once and for all be able flee and escape this accursed, vitriolic haven a god with no name put them in. How it worked was that the haven of dust was severely cold and winter made it even colder, and cold enough to freeze the open ocean waters. Desperately the foolish have attempted to run through the strong, frozen ocean to reach something out there…. It was unclear whether there was something out there to begin with. Many speculated that there's just the end of the world. It forevermore was unclear if those fools escaped, died or found something. Because the wiser ones did not have a death wish as of yet. Commonly believed by the greater population that the horrid abyss grabbed them by the throat, however, there was never a witness nor definitive proof so it was unclear…. 

 'The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.'  H.P Lovecraft. 

Deserted, filthy shore is where Dante had been standing for the past hour, and he just stared blankly. The frozen sea was replaced with an ice bridge enough to take a couple dozen pounds with relative ease, due to the fog it was truthfully unclear if there was anything at all other than the damned wakened abyss. Curiosity had entered the man's reluctant, numb mind as they stood next to multiple bent and old harpoons thrusted in the ground. Because of how thick the snow was it was unclear whatever the weapon was aiming at, yet the middle-aged man has been here multiple times enough to understand. The harpoons either hit a fractured, inhuman skull or just the ground in general from the ages past. This curiosity was attempting to influence the gentleman to cross it, however, has recognised this voice in their head as the one from the old days. Deciding against it in an instant, yet had other intentions to rest in this eerie, ominous location where many were slain by krakens. To search for something or see whoever was foolish enough to try crossing this place. Minutes had passed and no one came. 

"Guess people have become somehow smarter this year, heh" 

 He spoke to himself in a bitter tone.