Literature
Everlasting Snow: What the Heart Remembers
Twilight has descended upon the city. Where the light of a shop switches off, the warm one of a home switches on, altogether becoming beacons to the weary workers, ushering them home to a warm supper, good company, and shelter from the increasingly chilly air. Slowly but surely, with the last lights of day, the night owls begin to emerge, seeking out the bright neon signs of clubs. Seeking to have a marvelous time, filled to the brim with friends and fun.
And then, laughter. But not a collective laughter. Not a laughter belonging to any earth-bound human, for that matter.
It echoes throughout the wintery air, bouncing off of the oriental bu