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…It’s snowing.

Amidst snow-covered trees and clouded over skies, snow gently falls, coating them in a light grey dust. It’s not cold, oddly enough, despite the fact that they can see their breaths rise in front of them as mist in the still air. A low, agonizing wail cries out in the distance. The forest is otherwise completely silent, except for the soft thump of their heartbeats.

Lorene looks around the pale woods, noting a path in the snow through the trees. “…Stay behind me. Keep an eye out for any familiars.” The two girls nod.

Lorene leads them along the path, snow crunching beneath their feet as they walk under frozen branches. The wailing grows slightly louder with each step they take. Eventually, the trees clear, and the girls find themselves at the edge of a massive frozen lake, stretching out to the mountains in the distance. Now that they can see the whole horizon, they note similar mountains upside down in the sky, even further beyond.

Out in the open, the wailing is more clearly carried over to them on the soft breeze.

“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

Clover’s eyes narrow, then widen as she notices something. “Over there, way off in the middle of the lake! There’s some kind of small bonfire!”

Lorene furrows her brow as she thinks of how to approach.

>What’s the plan?