Random piece of writing thing I made idk:
The snow field seemed to be completely endless, to go on forever, with no end, merely an opportunity to be alone. After all the place was lacking of any light pollution, people, cars... Well.. anything really. The only thing to be seen was miles and miles of the snow that left soft subtle crunches beneath your feet, while the wind tried to howl at you, to make you drop dead from the cold.
But it was okay, you didn't care anymore. This was miles better than anything you saw with civilisation, and you didn't mid the cold, you were fully layered, the scarf around your coat neck flapping in the wind, but staying tight around your neck, yet the fresh cool breeze didn't attack you, but rather aided your breathing, with fresher air than you could ever get in the bustling streets of papertropolis. Furthermore, you had food, you had plenty to drink; you knew you didn't want to return, not when there was so much to explore, to ~~lose yourself in~~ take in, so much of the landscape to discover.
You didn't know which direction to walk in, but you knew that was what you wanted to do. The view of your past society had faded out hours ago, and as you pulled something out to munch on, owing to your growling stomach, you wondered how long you'd be able to go on for, what you'll find here, where you'll end up. Will this place go on forever? Will you get back home? Will you miss home? ~~You know they won't miss you~~ You shook your head to clear your mind and decided to go all on red and snowball it lol. You'd be walking for quite
