Night

Frost-clad trees, mist-shrouded moon. Leaves shiver underneath their beads of ice. Cats slink back indoors, like rebellious teenagers who weren't so brave when faced with the outside world. Berries and flowers on the bushes are withering underneath their little glacial coatings. The trees loom like skeletons and the stars have been polished by winter's cold.

The End

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