Neoswayne

The Setting Snow The dust falls slowly tumbling down, falling gently, coldly on the town. Children laugh and play in the bitter fog, slowly drinking in the heavy smog. A rough wind dances across the sleeping trees, while being softly accompanied by a sudden sneeze. Walking through the market you see apples gleam and people chattering lightly in a winter's dream. Who would think things could be so gay on such a saddening and ominous day. She sits alone, she sits depressed, only relying on her emotions repressed. She is so far away in a hungry daze, feeling only warmth from the sun's rays. People pass by by a hollowing stare, wa