Elka's Pov
The night comes with such a trace of bitterness that the rutted brown fields take on the appearance of a sugared cobbler under the moonlight.
The cold steals every bit of water from the air it can in its frenzy to frost over the countryside.
A trembling gush of wind inaudibly drifted across the skyline.
It is the type of coldness that reaches into my bones, as if my heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again.
The night brought unrelenting darkness that wrapped their eyes and mouths, burying them beneath a starless sky.
The air had thickened, the temperature dropped and nowhere was there a comforting sound.
The moon under siege by stars seemed to lighten the night bringing forth stars that shone and hung in the blackness.
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