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-ˏˋ⠀e x c e r p t⠀ˎˊ- ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ ⏤ A glimpse of a faint glow beckons me forward, next the glint of hope is swept into the canvas of white. At that instant, vile winds handcuff my vulnerable paws and haul me into the blinding chaos. A gust of tension brushes my snout, sending shivers across my fur. Trembling, I raise my head. My hazy eyes scan my surroundings with difficulty; at the fog’s disappearance, my thoughts avert with negativity. Karma has fairly stabbed me in the back, its knife penetrating with regret. An abrupt gale of frigid air slams against me, it’s glacial blade slashing at my coat. I claw viciously at the dense snow, reluctant to abandon my memories. My vigilant ears attempt to distinguish the screams echoing in desperation, only to be silenced by the roaring wind. Slowly, hope slips into the hands of time. I refuse to relinquish, yet my persistence stumbles as it fails my trust once again. At last, I unwillingly surrender myself to nature, an abrupt eruption of snow whisking me into the winter. December's touch seeped into the mist, the scent of moisture pervading the atmosphere. Gleaming sheets of water fell upon the cluster of umbrellas as huddling families were shielded beneath. Urban structures towered above the city; windows drizzled with glistening streaks. Wearily, I scanned the gloomy, concrete paths of puddles, yearning for shelter. Every flickering drop floods my mind with the tears my guardians. Tears piercing with hate, a torrent thrusting me out onto the contaminated streets. The betrayal of a faithful household felt like yesterday. As if my attentiveness to time has been erased by the struggles of survival. Brushing away the memories, my blind instincts led my fragile body away. In a gleam, my petrified vision is engulfed by charcoal black, it's quivering heartbeat pulsing through me. Oozing through the collapsed bricks, a flickering streetlamp bled its light. In the eerie corners, darkness lurked in search of its new victim. At my breaking point, I collapsed. As the merciless storm tosses aside, an infinite galaxy unmasks itself. The lantern moon slants through the canopy of trees, reflected in the lake's mirror. My untouched body settles on the damp snow, immobile in the soothing breeze. Steadily, my sight flutters as I gain consciousness. Fatigue grips my dense fur, leaving me incapable of gathering a single ounce of strength. Yet again, my fuzzy eyes attempt to observe my location. A blanket of snow conceals evidence of familiar landmarks and veils my sense of smell. Nature seems to abolish my memories of the past, enabling me to start again. Yet, ignoring the risks, I forbid myself to escape my previous life. Exhausted, I stride wearily towards the tranquil waters. As I peer over, a rippled image met my gaze, its gentle expression shadowed by moonlight. Along with my replicate, my patience wears off. I gradually bend down to quench my thirst. But before my parched lips could reach the crisp water, a tiny glimmer catches my eye. In the lake’s reflection, a paper-thin spot peels off my pure fur. Black as a raven's feather, camouflaged within the speckled night. At last, reality seeps into my dreams. Dawn glares through the early dew, a weak spectrum illuminating the terrain. Accepting the previous nightmare seems impossible, yet the empty patch of silver fur remains spotless. An abandoned piece of a jigsaw; my identity. Gently, I tilt my perception, observing the endless sky with awe. Stifling clouds unveil a flock of golden wings; a rhythmic design intertwining through the blue. As a dim figure catches my eye, my dazzled expression avert. Like a demolished sailboat struggling to survive a perilous storm, a dull crow flails its inactive feathers. My emotions melt, I am that defenceless bird, lost in a draft. At that spark, a collection of spots rise into the mist at once; a slight breeze whisking the obsidians into the sapphire sky. My heart sinks; confusion overflowing the atmosphere. Bewilderment escapes my emotions, and instead, a state of anxiety trespasses. Depressed, I trudge forward; to be greeted by two familiar figures. - a snippet of a short story titled 'blizzard'