The Snow Falls Or Does It

Well, you can find yourself walking down a spiraling path. The path, looking down you notice is made of gravel, as you kick with your black combat boots. You look back up, checking your surroundings.

You are in a forest, the trees are mostly evergreen, with a mix of birch in them, drops of snow slowly pecking off of the branches.

It's nighttime, with the sun shining out bright, moon out during the daytime aswell, as you look down the end of the straight path.

You look up, turning the twisting path eventually reaches a castle, as you walk down the path, your combat boots still black as you kick the pavement, chipping off parts of rubble.

You bore, hands resting in your pockets. More snow falls down onto your head, falling down off your clothes and back onto the ground, leaving a path of fallen down snow behind you.

That wasn't a trick, just the snow.

Or was it?

The path stops turning, as you exit the forest, looking down at the crater that continues the path.

The path slowly turns to dirt, spiraling down the crater as you walk, the trees start to form another forest as you walk into it.

There are still ruins in the forest, bits of snow and rubble falling down off of it, as you don't think too much about the snow.

Walking through, continuing forward onforwards the mansion. The castle is tall, with a winding wizards tower.

Your mind starts to wander, wondering about the wizard, as you walk down the spiraling path.

The luminous moonlight trickles down onto your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, going all the way down to the bottom of your legs at your combat boots.

Your hands move to your pockets, frigid as you see your breath Infront of you, cold. Then, you look back up at the sky.

The moon was down, as the sun shone down on you.

Warming you up in an instant, a feeling of warmth flowing down from your head and through your body, as your hands come out of your pockets, as you continue your path on the spiraling downwards trail.

Continuing the path, your footsteps echo, looking around the crater you're left in.

The sunlight fades as you go farther down, entering into a cave?

But you were going to a hill...

No- wait.

You look back around, reassessing the scenario and closing your eyes.

You open them, and you haven't moved since stepping out of the forest.

Turns out, you just turned to the right. The right, brought you down into a deeper forest.

Following down into the forest, your hands felt frigid, snow falling back down onto the fingertips, as you recede them into your pockets.

Breath permeating as you walk, almost like a fog showing Infront of your head, going down the spiraling path. The path was gravel, looking down at the combat boots, and the oak trees around you.

You eventually spot a set of rubble, remains through the forest.

You walk over to the edge, and peek around a bush. Noticing the oasis of the desert, you take out your machete and chop through the weeds, walking out to the clearing in the forest.

Snow falls down as you chop, landing and falling down, sinking into the rest of the snow around it.

Walking through the spiral to the rubble, you find yourself in a cozy looking apartment, surrounded by pieces of torn concrete.

You look back down at your hands, pulling them Infront of your mouth and breathing on them. You lean over, sitting down Infront of the fire.

The fire you assembled was sending embers up, as they fell right back down. Watching the fire, you heard a few cracks behind, the rubble almost crashing.

You quickly turn your head, only to notice it was just a figure of your imagination.

You reach for a log with your left hand, throwing it into the fire, but your vision goes blurry.

You fall down for a moment, being back before you bushwhacked into the forest.

You decide to go back, and continue where you were originally going, following the downwards spiral.

You continue going down...

the path.

You assess yourself, pausing in the middle of the spiral.

You're wearing a pair of combat gloves and boots, a standard set of an... army suit?

No, it's just a pair of snow pants with a camo design, as you keep looking down at the snow falling and sinking down, you look back at your sleeves, wearing your favorite top, smiling with a bag on your back.

Looking through the bag, you find snow that falls down, a set of daggers, and a coat.

You take the large puffer coat out of the bag, and put on the windbreaker, keeping yourself warm. Looking around, you are back on the concrete straight path

With the birch trees around you, their patterns flowing down, with a few trees fallen down.

You look down to the end of the spiraling gravel path, realizing it turns out to a dirt path.

You give a sigh, quickly rubbing your hands together before placing them in your coat pocket, walking down the path.

Your vision starts to fog up, the path turning to winding in almost circles, as you wipe your eyes, then taking your hands back up to block the bright sunlight.

You are sweating, as the snow falls and sinks with yourself down, walking down the path, your eyes fleeting down the path.

You keep your head up, trying not to bring yourself down, everything around you seeming to fall down, and cascade into a gentle slumber.

You continue down the trekked path, your hand moving to the scabbard at your side, unsheathing your small dagger as you complain about the cold when the snow falls down onto your head.

You continue down the path.

The path has brought you only tragedy, bringing your morale down, temperatures down, and snow falling down.

The texture of the gravel on the ground mixes with the fallen snow, feeling yourself go down with the spiraling path as you traverse it.

Your footsteps echoing on the surrounding birch trees, with the moonlight gazing between as an owl hoots behind you.

Your hands and body slowly heat up, as you go farther down the path. Something about the path was comforting, maybe the pretty view?

You stop for a moment to admire, the beautiful evergreens, blended with the merging skyline, snow beautifully painted and falling down, with a perfect downward slope, with a trail heading down it.

You take a few deep breaths, in with the snow, and down with the snow, before turning back to the path.

Your body is warm again, as you take off your coat, you relax, your breathing and anxiety calming down.

You sheathe away your sword, letting the weather take its natural course as you leave no trace behind.

The path looking forward as you can see the castle, the winding wizard tower, and the path that goes down to it. It turns to a mountain valley scene, as

You continue down the path.

Your breath is calmed, worries fading as you lower your guard, hands resting gently at your sides.

You look at the wonderful mountain view, the sides with glaciers, rocks, rubble; and snow just about to fall down into an avalanche.

You're probably thinking the snow is going to bring you down.

Silly, you wouldn't fall for something so obvious, as your hands move to your pockets and you look down at your sneakers.

Then, you kick at the ground with your combat boots.

Walking through, you feel ready and open for new possibilities, ready to finally arrive at the destined castle.

The snow around you does not fall,

as it would not be as simple as that,

your footsteps going down and down the winding spiraling path.

You keep your head up, feeling the beautiful sunlight on your face, as you smile with glee.

The warmth continues through, and shines through.

You find your breathing to be nice and calmed, looking at your foggy breath being foggy as it fogs up everything Infront of you because the snow is falling but you don't fall down,

because the snow going down is so simple, you wouldn't just fall down with the snow, slowly falling with the snow.

You wouldn't do that, because you continue, calmly down the path, your hands at your sides with the smile on your face, sunlight beaming.

You are surrounded by a valley, a river flowing down through the center, walking on a gravel path with your combat boots, moonlight shining down with the sun.

Your hands fiddle with the side of your jacket as you look up at the mountain peaks, with snow that looks like it might fall down, close to going down, going down and falling down.

But it doesn't, and you don't fall for such a simple ploy, as you continue walking down the spiraling path, looking at your wonderful surroundings, head fogging and feeling warm and safe.

You continue down the path.

Your right hand slowly rises to your temple, pushing on it a little bit, upwards then back down, as you try to clear the slight headache.

Your vision is proving to be a bit foggy, but you push it down to keep it at bay. Your left hand moves out, as you check your watch.

You are almost there, putting away your watch you look back up at the crater, and down the spiraling path that leads up the hill to the castle

With the winding wizard tower, and the crumbling falling down rubble, with the snow that goes down and down.

Your hands fall back down, limp to your sides as the sunlight gleams filling you with warmth, a smile on your face.

The mountains-scape that you had climbed was marvelous, looking across the horizon with the fleeting sun.

The sunset was going down, clouds forming and changing from red, to orange, to a nice pinkish purple,

Before you follow the path, going down the mountain, down with the falling snow, but careful to not start an avalanche, because the snow and you are close to falling down.

Your hands are down at your sides, walking down the path. You are cautious, as to not fall down the cliffside.

You continue down the path.

But what if you fall?

... You continue, uncertain of yourself.

You make it down the mountain, going very slowly, as to keep yourself from falling down.

The snow trickles down the mountainside behind you, yet you stay standing. You have two choices.

You can follow the path through another forest, or try to move through an appearing to be barren desert.

You decide to go through the valley, and start walking down the winding path for the forest, the red barked trees around you piquing your interest, as you take out your dagger from your pocket.

You reach, and roundhouse kick the tree, almost falling down, leaving the snow to just fall off the tree, going down, but the tree does not go down.

You stay up like the tree.

You won't fall with the snow, that'd be too simple.

You turn, going down the path, that is totally not a spiral, that is totally not looping, that is totally not falling down, and totally not spiraling deeper.

Your head is filled with fog, as you go down deeper through the path, the fog growing thicker. Your senses heighten, at first, but you feel the warm sunlight.

The lack of moonlight, left a glowing flavorful of colors, shining you with warmth as you realize, you are safe here.

The fog stays, and you continue going deeper, following the spiral down.

Not the snow, that would be too obvious.

The snow falls down. You continue walking, your eyes moving down to yourself, as infront is too foggy.

The snow falls down.

You watch your feet step back and forth.

The snow falls down.

You continue down the path.

Your head is pounding, sweat dripping from your body, as you try to escape the forest you're in.

15 minutes before.

You continue down the path, a smile on your face.

Everything is perfect now. You feel like you could stay here forever, the wonderful temperature, scent of the trees, the snow that falls, the beautiful view plastered around you.

You continue, looking down at your boots, and back up at your side, glancing at the gash that you had bandaged just moments earlier, watching the bandage fall down and sink down into the snow.

You give a sigh.

The snow falls.

You pick it up, and throw it behind you; then lift your foot out of the fallen mud and snow, going deeper into the forest as you continue to step.

You follow the path, down and deeper, continuing forward.

Even if your mind is a little bit foggy, you have to continue to get to the castle.

She's waiting. You feel so great, that you could keep going down forever, wonder filling your body, smiles boldly placed on your face.

Your hands move, taking off and tying your jacket to your waist.

You then look at the tent you set up, and the snow falling on it.

You give a nod, and feel accomplished, then turn to the moonlight, and continue down the path with your jacket tied around your waist.

Your mind is foggy, and you're unsure if you're seeing everything properly. Or, remembering everything.

All that you can remember, is the snow falls down. Or does it?

You continue down the path.

Your footsteps echo around the desert, your hands moving into your pockets as you can see your breath.

The trees around you, you swear they've changed. You cannot remember how they changed, all that you know is that they are oak trees.

Your smile is still on your face, as you feel fully content, light as air as you continue your trek.

Your hands rest at your sides, smiling gazing towards the mountains, and acknowledging that you are finally going to reach the oasis, you are happy and smile.

The snow falls down. But you don't fall. You keep your head up, adventurer. You must continue.

Your hands are behind your head, tied as you looked behind you.

You were still standing, hands at your sides. Your brain was really getting foggy now, as you tried to remember how to get back.

Your memories elude you, merely waiting for the snow to fall down.

You look at the moonlight, then the soot on your boot from the other night.

You remember the courageous battle, and the sunlight on your skin just makes you smile and feel happy.

You look back at the glaciered mountains.

You were certain you'd remember them, as they were so pretty, and made you feel just wonderful.

Your face turns to a smile, your brain releasing dopamine as you giggle, walking down the path. The fog continues to grow thicker, but you feel that you are getting closer to your goal of the castle.

Finally about to reach the Oasis, you remember one thing. The snow...

And you go with the snow.

You continue going down the path.

Continuing down the path, you reach a river.

Across, a mountainscape, the downing sun, snow falling down the mountain.

You look at how to get across, and notice a section that looks like it opens up to the sea.

Walking over, it does, and you notice a path of rocks, sticking out of the water.

It looks slippery, and has seaweed on it. You decide to walk over it, not caring about the possibility of slipping at all, you cruise right across, sinking down and deeper, as you glide across the rocks.

You so easily are able to continue, as the fog helps you route, you feel warm, and light, airy, happy, and ready to continue your adventure.

Your brain sends more endorphins, happier and happier. Your brain, filled with fog as you look down at your boots, following the path down, your combat boots stepping down, and down.

The moonlight dawns on you, the sky starting to be filled with stars, as your hand moves to your dagger, remembering the dagger.

You look back, the trees. They were oak?

Or were they birch...

You cannot seem to remember, noticing- you look closer at the trees.

The snow is falling, they're evergreen pine trees.

Both of your guesses were wrong.

Normally, you'd feel disappointed in yourself, but you find that, learning something actually comes to be a very pleasurable experience, dopamine flowing out like the river you're standing on.

You continue to walk, gliding right over, as if you've been here a million times before.

Your body is moving easily, on its own. You don't have to do any thinking, as you just move along for the ride, looking at all the pretty mountains, pretty sights, and you follow the path,

down and down and down... The snow goes... down...

You continue down the path, your head still foggy.

Your body continues moving down the path, as you watch through your vacant eyes.

Your hands start to feel cold, as you place them in your pockets.

You remember your combat boots, looking at them. They are still black.

You remembered.

You remembered, the snow falls down, and that your combat boots are black.

Your body flows, easily traversing the path, not leaving much conscious mind work, so you start to look around, looking at your surroundings..

Leaves falling down,

the sun going down,

snow falling down,

and you continue, observing, smelling the wonderful scent of the nearby ocean...

Then, you start to follow the curvier, spiraling down path, looking onwards at the moonlight, at the castle.

The castle with the twirling wizard tower, and falling down rubble, as it crumbles.

You forget why you needed to go there, your brain is too foggy.

Your entire mind is stuck in a set of confusion, before suddenly everything becomes clear, as a snowflake falls infront of your eyes, falling down.

You can remember, you wanted to go and explore the castle. The combat boots are black, and...

Heh.

You probably thought of the snow falling?

No, that'd be too simple.

This was the fifteen minutes before.

Now is now.

and now, you're just walking down the path happily, your hands holding each other.

You long for touch, lonely, as you look at the sunset, and back at the moon, towards the falling trees and snow.

The snow is falling down, but you won't fall for such a simple trick,

you won't fall down like the snow,

you wont sink deeper like the snow,

you'll stay up and not fall for such a simple trap.

Your footsteps wouldn't stop, the combat boots clinking together as you pulled your coat tighter around you.

Then, as if something noticed your cold, you started to immediately feel warm again,

but the fog came back to the front of your mind. The fog makes everything easier, and the fog is nice.

It's a natural, pretty fog.

You like the fog.

And you remember, the snow...

You continue... going..

As an adventurer, your mind is your greatest tool, but also your greatest enemy.

The castle was in the background, the forest being the one you perceived as the enemy, but in reality, it was the snow that

- no... I'm kidding,

the snow falling doesn't make you fall down deep.

The snow doesn't make you drop down,

you simply continue.

The moonlight covers your silky skin, as you walk through the forest, finally beginning to see the end, the castle now appearing to be closer.

You can feel your heart growing faster, and beating more, adrenaline and dopamine rushing and surging through you as you get closer.

The moment you have been waiting for, is finally coming here.

Your hand reaches, taking out a dagger.

Subconsciously.

You didn't even think about taking out your dagger, but your body just did it.

You started to drift your mind, thinking about the pretty views.

The dagger, the combat boots, the ruins, the stars, the moonlight, the snow that falls deeper and down, the sunset drifting, the mountainscape, the river.

You saw that, didn't you?

You saw that I tried to make you fall from the snow?

But you surely wouldn't fall for that,

would you?

You wouldn't fall down deeper, and deeper, and deeper because you drifted down with the snow?

You continue moving through the forest, reaching the front of the castle.

You look up at the wizards tower, and you feel a rush of excitement.

A wave of happiness.

A tingling feeling all throughout your body,

a surge of energy as you move into the castle,

watching the rubble and snow fall as you make your way to the entrance of the tower.