Winter is beautiful. It's not here yet, not even close, but it's the most beautiful season.
Crystalline flakes, one never like the other, fall from the sky, drifting down to us.
Do we truly deserve such a blessing? Is our race truly worthy?
A wolf howls in the distance. Is he a wolf, beautiful and strong, or a viper, a toxic hunter?
I wish I could ease the feelings of loss. I wish I could take away pain. But I cannot.
But winter tries. It numbs, using the ice to melt our hearts.
(Idrk, enjoy <3)
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My Neverland
RandomThis is basically where I just write whenever it strikes me, so idk about how often I'll update it.
