3rd life shines with the warm days and chilled nights of early spring. The desert is almost sweltering in the heat of the day, and yet snow still falls in the mountains and the forest. Early spring flowers bloom down closer in the valleys. The world is new. The world is watching. By the time it's over, it's summer. The desert heat is all-encompassing. There was no winter. There was only this.
Last life begins in the peak of fall, decorated with many coloured leaves and warm days. The players revel in the plentiful resources. It doesn't take long for the meadows to brown, for the leaves to fall, and for the air to turn crisp and frozen. Snow falls after the wither fight, turning the world to white and grey and blood red. Scott wins knee-deep in it, frozen to his bones. It was an early winter.
Double Life is the peak of blinding summer. The sun is warm in the valley and yet the mountain glacier where Pearl sits is surprisingly cold. It's easy to welcome the summer heat, but it's just as easy to let it seep into you, and the players grow wearier as the summer wanes on, the plants slowly browning and turning to gold. Still, it remains cold on the mountain.
Limited Life begins at the end of winter, though spring comes fast and full-blown. Trees bud and leaves come surprisingly quickly. Flowers bloom around the players, who think for once, they might be able to win this. Only one really can. Their desperation grows like the foliage, as they run out of time, but the world doesn't care - the world will keep growing anyways. Or what's left of it.
Secret Life has a chill in the air before it even starts. Frost grows on the ground each night. The days are warm, and the leaves golden, but it doesn't last long, as the world slowly slips into a chilly, foggy winter. The snow doesn't come until later, though - the first flakes falling as Gem kills her last victim. There's only a dusting on the ground when Scar kills Pearl. It's still freezing. And enough to turn the ground red where he stands.
For a long time, Scar couldn't stand the heat of summer. He couldn't stand to enter a desert. The feeling of the sand on his skin and the hot, dripping heat pulsing down on him was suffocating. It was every memory. It was blood and death and love and ending.
Now, it's the winter that burns. It's the freezing snow that melts on his skin, it's the white that buries his world, what he thought to be the most beautiful. Now it's only lonely. Scar has changed. So has the winter. So has everyone. It's lonely.
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