As much as I enjoy the autumn leaves, I can only wish snow upon this vibrant orange, red and yellow path.

They sift down like feathers from the sky, a gentle hint of what is to come.

snowflake emoji

After completing your task, you decide to return to your base camp. There was a cold wind blowing far away, slowly making this walk a tad harder. Each step a little colder, each step freezing your blood a bit more.

I bit off more than I could chew with this idea for a one hour compo, so I'll probably finish it properly later.

Jingle

I think I've seen this place before many years ago. The sight seems to transport my consciousness into a vaguely familiar vessel. Observations of the past are nebulous, what happened so distantly doesn't feel real. Was it? The eternal cycle of death by snow reveals time and persistent identity as the illusions that they are as they too are frozen. I see the history of many dead people trying to speak but they have no voice

the music is as incoherent as this story!