
In ice silence, every step sounds like a gunshot. And every shot could be the last one.

Winds are heard in deep snows. But it’s not the wind. There’s something else in his voice that’s alive and hungry.

What will you find here, glory or death?

Everything here seems forgotten: houses, roads, even the sky itself. The wind carries a chunk of other people’s voices across the plain, but people have been gone for a long time. Only snow knows where they are.
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