Hunter Swoop | English

 The dark coal branches coiled above one another blending it as far the eye could see until all is white as snow hiding the branches behind its fog.

Dead trees seem to crumble over time and decay as all fallen leaves bright coloured bronze laid on the ground covering the surroundings.

The lifeless aqua water stationary reflecting back its own world like a mirror similar to duplicating its worlds in two.

The bright golden orange trail leading to where the eye can't meet, each step taken leads me away from the horror that slowly follows my footsteps imprinted on the dark barren ground. As the cold approaches, slowly my body consumes the winter that surrounds me. Knowing the end to it is not near or either close, whether it may take hours to days I must reach help.