ThreeCuts3x3

Death's Cold Wasteland Winter....a word that expresses both beauty and pain. The woodsof the world turn into shoreless seas of endless white. The sadness in the sky where noo sun shines, clouds as endless as the sea it hovers over. The chill in the wind bites and tears at those that are forced to wander through the cold heartless world. A young woman in a long black coat wanders on a once busy street. Darkness is falling and the street lights are camoing on to guide her along her path. She is cold after walking for so long in the merciless wasteland All feeling has left her. She feels herself getting tierd. Her vision is growing di