Where Dreamers Go to Die

The vast sea of pristine white is where dreamers go to die.

They get lost in the milky clouds which slowly roll past, seemingly with no destination.

How easy it is to drift from inspiration to damnation in this snow covered hellscape.

Where does one begin when direction and time have abandoned you for someone better.

They cling like a small child to those who are unafraid and to whom nature bestows her gift of perfection upon.

The wintery expanse is all consuming.

Continously prevailing only to be once again thrown into the pit.

The waking nightmare is unending.

This harrowing encounter leaves one drowning alone in the empty space

...where dreamers go to die.

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