It was a cold, snowy night and the harsh weather was about to commence. Even at this time and snow piling thick around, it was difficult to see. Rustling of the leaves and the sound of branches breaking off due to the heavy weight of the snow echoes all around and its sounds are horrific and horrendous. It made it sound like death was everywhere because it sounded similar to a person's neck being snapped. That is and will never be a pleasant sound to one's ears. Why is there a comparison between sounds and why do they have to be alike? These are questions that are dwelled upon and they are carried away by faint but powerful whistles of the winds but will the whistling ever vanish from one's ears. It was and is a constant reminder to one's ears. The whistling gets louder and winds get rougher to the extreme where it even blinds the one's vision. It doesn't stop? Will it ever stop? It has to stop. The whistling grows and it has a faint roar. A roar so profound that is distinct to one's ears that it sounds inhuman and yet in that roar there was another whistle. It clashes within another in disharmony. It almost sounded like a fight was happening. A whistle so light that it calms one's nerves and a roar so inhuman, so vile that all it ever does is disturb.
"Remember, Remember" said the gentle whistle
Then suddenly light filled one's vision and the whistling faded into silence.
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Demon Slayer - A Snowflake A Drift
ActionHimari Kobayashi was a girl with no memories. She never knew her past and amnesia is a fickle thing. She doesn't know who she is as person and no name to claim. Does she have a purpose in this mundane life of hers? Himari a teenager at the time, wo...
