The gust of wind was too sudden, and Shard, unable to dodge in time, watched helplessly as the black snowflakes headed straight for his face. He wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but it was already too late.
It was as if time itself had slowed down, and he could see clearly the crystalline structure of the black snowflake that was about to enter his eye.
Time continued to flow normally, and as Shard was struck by the black snow, he fell straight backward onto the ground, leaving an enormous human shape on the pitch-black snow-covered surface.
Everything seemed to be moving away from him, the snowfall-filled sky so vast, so empty. In that moment, he thought of many things, many people, but of himself, he...
[Lying in the snow, you'll catch a cold.]
A gentle murmuring voice reminded him.
