It's a small glimmer of hope left for the world.
then it's complete and utter silence.
behind those mischievous grins and sly smiles are sinful souls.
it's nothing like she ever encountered before.
she can faintly make out the gleaming linear in the background.
She twirled and twirled – the blade shearing at the surface – before letting herself glide over gracefully on the frozen pond.