Snow Blindness - Bogwitch
After the End there was snow.
The blizzard lasted for days without count, piling a virgin freshness over the contamination, the soot and the detritus of war.
Illyria spent hours at the window, hand pressed against the glass as if trying to ward away the innocence with the force of her will.
It would've worked once.
This was the rebirth of the world. She was out of place, out of step, an Old One in a new age of mankind.
"The only constant is change," they were her first words in days, and they'll be her last for an epoch.