@destructivecode The sky was still, the sun was bright, and it was cold, the kind of chill that permeated the skin and assailed the bones. This was enough to chase most people inside, leaving the streets fairly barren. Shade was drawn in by that atmosphere, the stillness, despite the weather. Some people feared being alone in their thoughts, but to him it was the only place he found comfort. It gave him a chance to contemplate his own demise, because at present he felt nothing at all towards it. Whether that was numbness or denial, he couldn’t say. And then it happened; a silhouette up ahead fell into the snow. Shade’s introspection crumbled away and his curiosity took charge. He walked ahead towards the form, never rushing, of course--if it were a human dying, did it really matter? It happened all the time on Earth. Could they even die in the afterlife? Standing above the body, Shade tilted his head, yet unsure of himself.
