Winter. An unsparing, breathless spell, expending the weakest and allowing only the ugliest to prosper.
Snow. Starving the soil, leaching away the warmth, strewn with carcuses and veined with the blood of creatures conquered just days before the breaths spring.
Fear. Leaving every other emotion to collect dust, condemning love to shrivel and robbing the mind of selfless thought.
Save me, Spring. Save me.
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