They say every snowflake is individual. Unique. A miracle that nature will never repeat. But it settles. It falls and melts, and is again, just snow. No longer unique. And waiting to perish.
It was snowing now, and it would snow for another four months. But my work would be done in less than that. My predecessor was a purity in this word, snuffed out by the corrupt that sought to drown the world in darkness. I will pick up where he left off, because I am all those who where slain by the hand of the corrupted, and I would avenge him and all those who suffered. Because I am a Man.
"A familiar melody on the night wind..."
NO! Merely a prelude. Mustn't rush a crescendo...
"HAHAHA! Of course, my friend. Let us begin, with a pawn." The crow on my shoulder flew off to lead me. Haven would be the first of the many places I shall visit...