Snew.
Chasing butterflies. The cold is killing them of and all we can do is watch. Watch the butterflies die. The fragile wings of the creatures who brings spring rots and becomes a part of the ground that'll soon be covered by snow. There will never be enough of them to keep each other warm and survive here. They die. They die dead. What do we chase during deadly winter?
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