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Mountains doused in dry snow greeted the howling wind of the haggard night - friend or foe is up to perception. Zephyr leaping from peak to peak with childish whimsy and glee, giggling and whistling through the cracks of jagged cliffs trembling in strain of years life spent. Sharp as a sharpened katana blade, bare wind tickles the nose of shining stars, sneezing, gleaming, shooting and steering off path from the debris of condemned comets. Light shining down on the looming shadows cast by the mountainside, jagged peaks softened by the stretch of blurred mist. Clawing, clambering. The silence, an eerie friend- uncertain and creeping yet insatiable in the space it took up. A decaying stray leaf floating on the gentle humming of the older winds, curling upon itself as if trying to hold onto memories, perhaps the last squander of trees left in the frozen desert of the emaciated frosted floors. Rustling, distinctly feathery, swallowing the unstable peace of the night, a moment of life before the eyes of the watchful; hence disappearing once more beneath the blanket of death, returning to the stillness granted by thee.
Yet, among the blanketing silence, suffocating without much of a squirm, resided a small light. Insignificant - perhaps so, the voice of a thousand possibilities yet to come but still within grasp. Death, stifling and unforgiving yet not unkind, cradling a life still to bloom. The pitter patter of little feet, young on old frosted stone. A qibli among the cold breeze of the aged mountain winds. Hands as sharp as a sharpened katana blade, bare and calloused yet soft and compassionate. A warm flame, sparking under layers of sleet and ice of the tundra, one day to be a whirling bonfire. Spite entangled with dripping venom of childish whimsy; scattered to the winds of the north. Darkness thinning little by little, rays of a priceless star that seems so far away creeping upon the edges of the haggard night, overlaying the shadows with a cascade of a golden touch. A message sent for the young, witnessed only by the old-secrets the leaping zephyr carried with her away. The dark sequestering and folding itself away with a whispered promise, a kiss of life upon the lips of a heart stained with death.