Endless-Reflection

Prologue When I first came here, I loved the snow. It was bright and bathed the town with a white glow. I thought it was cheerful. Little did I know it was an omen. The trees grew darker with each second going by. Snow continued to fall and the wind was beginning to kick up. A street light flickered and went out, leaving the road I was on even more eerie. You could consider this a road, even though it was covered with seven inches of snow and wasn’t paved. None of the “roads” were paved in Sulver. There wasn’t enough money for that, not enough people for it to matter either. Ahead there was a fork, I had a decision to make. Take the mo...