The fire crackles on, smoke dancing in the breeze; my journey halted by the sudden appearance of the blizzard. Currently, I’m sleeping by the fire; it’s too cold otherwise.
I became stranded in this cavernous sanctuary when I sought respite from the increasingly vexed elements. My sense of time is distorted and I’m uncertain of how long I’ve been here; Death’s white shroud obscures my vision of the outside.
The fire weakens gradually, and the temperature drop shocks me awake. I open one eye wearily and glance at my lifeline.
It’s dim.
Noticing the change in the room’s luminosity, I feed the flame and it roars back in gratitude. I look outside to gauge my chances of survival but the squall rages on.
I should stay here, where it's warm.
I resume sleeping; hoping for a brighter tomorrow.
About the Creator
utsu kuru
life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
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