paradanmellow

I - The white flower He lay onto his back, surrounded by snow and light. His eyes were open, fixing the sky, yet he didn’t see a thing. Only darkness. Gradually, fragments of motion stirred his empty vision, building up an image: it was a scene from a nightmare, flames taking up an approaching figure whose face was screaming. He blinked and the image disappeared. Breath rushed into his lungs then, as if bringing him back from the dead. A sharp pain crossed his chest and daylight started hurting his eyes so he squeezed them shut. Cold, gripping and merciless, filled him from head to toe, thus letting him know he was truly awake. And bre