I don’t recall the exact moment I rose from the ground. The catalyst for my awakening was a solitary snowflake, landing sharply on my forehead.
Mr. Green stood over me, his gaze fixed downward. We need to keep moving. Lying on the ground, he said, wouldn’t lead me anywhere. Standing was a struggle. Despite a sense of instability, I managed to get up on my feet, and we started to move. I glanced back at Mr. Green repeatedly. He followed, devoid of any clear intent or command, but make no mistake, his presence was pivotal. Without him, I wouldn’t be here.
The snowflakes grew denser, blanketing my body in a moist chill. A thin layer of white powder that thickened with each stride. Mr. Green’s expression held a tinge of concern, but his insistence on moving forward remained clear.
My mind felt clouded. With every breath the cold seeped deeper into the crevices of my lunges, my legs no longer just shaky but visibly trembling. My arms moved with an unfamiliar stiffness as the tall concrete structures shrank under the relentless snow.
The world dissolved into a blizzard of white. There was no sense of progress. Things ceased to be things, covered in the absence of color and meaning. It was blinding. I felt a deep, pervasive discomfort as my hands had taken on a deep, oceanic blue.
The snow embraced me with a deceptive softness. It felt good to let go. To meet the ground and stop resisting. I could see Mr. Green, throwing his hands up into the air, pacing around me, his energy stood in stark contrast to my waning strength. I could feel a layer of white wrap around me, it was thin at first, but grew thicker at an alarming pace. A presence, a bundle of energy and warmth, pushed against my body, shuffling around the snow.
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