Snow, white and flurry clumps of ice slowly descending from the sky onto the Erebus estate.

It blanketed everything, meaning that it killed almost everything. The grass buried under several feet of snow, the flowers that withered in Autumn are now completely crushed, even the animals hide away in a state near death; A coma like sleep where they'll wait out this nightmare.

Snow, its beautiful to the untrained eye. How anyone ever managed to survive this long ago is a beyond my understanding. Maybe a perfect being decided to lend us warmth till we could take care of ourselves or perhaps something simple as a fur coat was all we needed back then.

Whatever that was, it doesn't matter now. My body is frozen beyond saving, only this manifestation of my consciousness lingers here.

Ever Thinking, Never Dreaming.