Sit upon the snow-laden ledge, lightly brushing aside the setting snowflakes. Let the sight of snowfall upon countless trees wash over you, envelop you, release the tension and darkness pent up within. It is washed away by the pure white crystals that seep into your hands, transforming in a blink into tiny trickles of icy liquid, leaving a trail of cooling moisture as it slides down the contours of your fingers.
Break. Crash upon cold, hard cobblestones, cracking miniscule pebbles beneath your bulky, unwieldy mass. Contort your body in pain, howl like a canine in distress. Control over your mouth bursts apart like a dam, a flood of imprecations roars through the body-hole.
Calm interrupts. Pain subsides from a blazing mass of agony, leaving a smouldering sensation that dissipates in the breeze. Soothing snowflakes evaporate upon the heat emnating from your soft, smooth skin. Time slows, shuffling from one langorious second to the next, almost halting in its inexorable progress. Breathing stops, you feel as if you are entering the sweet embrace of death.
But your senses, those damnable senses, they whisper to you with a smirk on their face, 'You're alive.'
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