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A/N: Hints of Yoite
I dreamt of snow, quiet and cold, attempting to withhold a secret from my sight. I stumble along in a white blind, knowing there's something beyond. I am restless -always restless- the howl of wind swept through frightened ears. And I am the wind. And I am frightened. Deep down, I know, I truly know the secrets hidden by the snow. Unskinned hands, fingers like bone, sink their way through icy dust. Trepidation at frozen fabric and wisps of a memory seep through my pores. The blinding white is gone, only to be replaced with beige.