19 May 2012
Winter is alone. Every year she takes the crown from Autumn and begins her reign of terror. Using her staff of frosted willow, she covers the land in a hazy mist of cold and ice. She makes the snow fall, freezing her tears and unleashing them on the town. She hears them cry out, but she knows she is hated and that is why she cries, letting her tears dowse the land in sorrow.
Winter • Opuss № I