Standing in the pouring rain. All is peaceful.

“So young, so sad.”

❤️알리제🧡

A chill fills the air — something not quite festive, and ushered in by a whispered wind. A lurking presence.

“He’s been busy, hasn’t he?” Ever the spirited one around this time of year, it seems.

“All’s fair in love and war, they say..”

Not interested.

“Meddling with things, I see.”

Ah, the smell of fires burning and fresh pine trees. Baked goods and ham. ‘Tis the season.

“And to all, a good night.”

There is no place to return to — only the winds and their bitter cold.

“A hundred and one lies.” “None of them matter in the face of Death.”

Brace against the cold winds, for life is ever fleeting..

I see the spine of the world; I know it's mine, twisted and tied.

The cold reaches up and claws at her throat; for a mercy, she cannot feel a thing. Only the wind howling, clinging to her heels.

Of fair winds..

They’ll forget come dawn.