I find myself in a clearing in a very dense forest. It’s winter. Everything is snowed over and iced up. The only thing not a color of snow, is me. And now that the snow has started falling, that’s likely to change.
My first awareness is that I am kneeling on the ground, and it looks like I haven’t been here that long. I don’t know how I got here. There are no footprints around me. The cold wind blows through feather cloak and thin clothes. At once I start shivering uncontrollably. I need shelter.
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