Everything is so silent every time Winter visits. The lush green valleys are now stark white and the trees that once swayed with the dancing wind now stays still as if they're holding their breath. Waves stop crashing against each other and solidify to become a perfect mirror for the skies. Even the creatures—both tamed and wild—retreats back to their nests, determined to not be near the howling, bitter wind of Winter's lullaby that lulls everyone to sleep. Because of Winter, everyone can finally rest. Everyone except them.
Darkness is coming. The sun's painting the sky with red and gold like an artist creating a masterpiece. A hooded figure treks across the snow, stumbling at each step. Pain is inevitable. The figure stops dead in its tracks, it's heart aching mercilessly causing them to drop to the ground and clutch their chest. The hood is slipping as the wind soars through carrying the lullaby of Winter. Summer will find you...
