In keeping with the revolution stated in my previous journal entry I started a new composition, and have already prepared the 'teaser trailer' for all the poor people in the peanut gallery! (Why have imaginary friends if you imagine them as being poor miscreants *shakes head*)

With no further adieu, I give you my 'to be named' composition...*magnifico flourish*


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There was no light or dark, there was only cold. A cold so harsh it seeped into your very bones. It filled your soul with such despair you would do anything to make it stop, to get away.

There was no escape.

There was no freedom.

There was only the mournful howl of wind across perfect snow slopes. There was no one there for comfort, for support; One against a thousand snow flakes, each spelling a slow but fatal doom. It didn’t matter how death came upon her, the bottom line was always the same.

The sun became her enemy, its glare constantly being amplified off the subtly beautiful alpine peaks making night and day two indistinguishable words.

There was never an escape…