Winter POV
It's so dark and so cold. It feels like I'm floating, in mid air. I can feel my hair hanging down, the clothes on my skin, the air on my flesh. I open my eyes and it feels like I fall for a moment, landing on what looks like nothing, just darkness for miles. I frown. Why can't I feel anything between my feet? What's preventing me from continuing to fall? Have I finally died after all this time? I feel a pang at that. But if I'm dead then what is this? Is it hell, because it certainly isn't heaven.
Winter, Winter, do you hear me?
Come and find me, if you can.
The voice is taunting. Eerie, like an echo from somewhere far away. I turn around in a circle wildly but there's no one there. I can't even tell which direction the voice is coming from. In the end, I give a shrug and
