Deafening winds carried the blinding sheet of snow over the blank white oblivion. Though it appeared untouched, something small and brown struggled through, its prints concealed moments after every step. Weary, empty black eyes attempt to search through the wall of white as if a gaze could pierce it all. Hopelessness builds to a realization of no return to normalcy, the friends and family of one life gone forever. And an oblivion more profound than the blank nothing around it.

Quiet and black invaded. Surely this is the end. Dying alone is the ultimate destiny of the human behind the pained eyes. The quiet grew, but the black softened. Black lines appeared across its vision and expanded slowly. As the blizzard died down, the blackness of the mountains in the distance came into view, the black lines becoming trees. And the hunter, under all of their warm animal furs, shivered not from the cold but in gratitude of the world returning.