Cold
“Magiq does not run according to science. It runs on intention and emotion.”
Robert
I dreamed about snow. Tall white drifts suffocated the world, the bitter winds shaping them into familiar forms only to morph them again into something alien, something other. The city buildings that rose around me were the only landmarks I recognized, but even they looked different somehow, like distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years. Their dusted faces glowed in the moonlight, and their black, empty windows looked down on me like mournful eyes.
I was naked, trudging through snow up to my hips, my legs numb, my exposed skin burning in the cold. The wind picked up and I saw her, Lauren, her snow-body coalescing inside a tiny whirlwind that drifted down a forgotten alley. I followed, pushing my wa
