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PouchLow, leaden clouds piled one atop the other in the sky, on the horizon, in the very air. They held a gravity that pressed down upon the earth, a cold stiff aura that froze the ground and grass with a feeling of ominous and foreboding thoughts. Distant. Uncaring. Impassive.
Seen from the windows of the town, icy tendrils of air curl ’round each and every corner, shuddering windows of bustling business as a calmness and silence was within them. Moving and flowing, searching for a way inside. A gap. A breach. An opening to slither their way into. A contrast look was growing, one different from the usual vibrant look. No colorful lights, fresh and alive nature, no energetic yet calm people. There was instead...dead leaves, empty and abandoned businesses currently, and restless children. Dying to be out and among the festive culture that was their home, but also to be away from the poison air that was etching itself into the vibe and atmosphere that was against their norm.
A red head would be seen walking in the middle of the empty street, leaving the people and on its way to the open land outisde. Oh, how of a long forgotten Spring it was. Whispers and scratches in the corners of people's minds, wind moaning through empty trees, boughs bend and twist. Stark and black, calling for a distant Summer unremembered. Ignorance not disturbed.
wc: 237
required: 3750> 3375
Seen from the windows of the town, icy tendrils of air curl ’round each and every corner, shuddering windows of bustling business as a calmness and silence was within them. Moving and flowing, searching for a way inside. A gap. A breach. An opening to slither their way into. A contrast look was growing, one different from the usual vibrant look. No colorful lights, fresh and alive nature, no energetic yet calm people. There was instead...dead leaves, empty and abandoned businesses currently, and restless children. Dying to be out and among the festive culture that was their home, but also to be away from the poison air that was etching itself into the vibe and atmosphere that was against their norm.
A red head would be seen walking in the middle of the empty street, leaving the people and on its way to the open land outisde. Oh, how of a long forgotten Spring it was. Whispers and scratches in the corners of people's minds, wind moaning through empty trees, boughs bend and twist. Stark and black, calling for a distant Summer unremembered. Ignorance not disturbed.
wc: 237
required: 3750> 3375
Last edited by Jikan on Mon Aug 08, 2022 9:01 am; edited 1 time in total
