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📺 Nightmares of the Future: Episode 12

🗒 Snow

2120-12-02

The constant howling of wind and snow drones on. Days. Weeks. Ear muffs and covers are inadequate. Low frequency resonates inside our heads. We cannot be alone with our thoughts. This tiny cabin might as well be our tomb if we can't leave soon. Wood, meat, covers, and sanity are running low. The boy and his mother plot against me, whispering between themselves. No doubt in my mind. "Should've gone south with the rest", they probably say. Sometimes I'm unsure if the snow hums, or if it's my family's deception. Their gaze follows me nonstop as we freeze near the fireplace, beneath the covers, waiting for snow's end.

Snow

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