The nights drew long and bitter. The wind continued to whip at the windows so that they rattled long and hard, day in, day out. The skies knew nothing but grey, and a chill had settled over the land that denied any relief.
Yes indeed, the cold, dark winter has settled itself over Evelyn. There will be no escaping.
Cold.
Dark.
Nothingness.
I find myself wondering if it will ever end.
The winter takes its stronghold.