She opened her eyes to a shroud of mist, the field of snow now blanketed twice in varying shades of white. A tiny rivulet of water rolled down the side of her finger where she had held it to the frost-covered petal above her.
"I really did love him," she said.
"I know."
He stood a small distance to her left, the mist making a pocket around them.
She stood now, at the trunk of the tree. She couldn't see the dark shape through the fog, but she could sense it. Smell its rot. It was close.
She ignored it, reaching her hands instead towards the bark of the tree. It had grown and split so many times, its surface little more than a myriad of wooden plateaus and canyons.
Her fingertips brushed against it and she felt at once its essence. Something dark, something true, something vital. It resonated in her own core. A tuning fork finding its pitch.
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Winter's Tree
Viễn tưởng[Open Novella] - [Long Listed] In the middle of a snow encrusted field stands a tree. Ancient and formidable, its roots run deep below the surface, carrying secrets that could unravel the very fabric of reality. Follow Ayessa as she struggles to rem...
