wasted 11 minutes of my life
I love the cold. It was an element that I had grew fondly of during my youth. Snow in particular was always a personal favorite. Especially when the wind had gusted through during a snowstorm. It created this shroud of mystery that eked adventure. Many blizzards were spent outside, not inside, exploring around familiar ground. Until one storm, I had gone out and found a mysterious tunnel made of snow. It wasn’t there before, and a child’s curiosity knows no bounds. My journey through the snowy cavern lead me to a different land— a land in which I couldn’t escape.
I have no words.