Glaciated
@frigidvs
All seemed to hold still in an echoed quietness. Shelves of blue and white crystallized into a natural formation that encapsulated its own little environment, creating a cavern of rigid ice. Silence holding the air interrupted only by the occasional drop or shiver... and the sound of heavy combat boots stepping over slick ice.
Where Nevada had landed was unknown, falling into an entirely new biome after making the mistake of painting over the hut of a witch. Unbothered by the experience entirely. Uploading the final memory of the aforesaid paint before creating a new canvas within a digital mind, searching for a surface to apply the canvas to and start the work that called for creation.
It didn’t take long for a particular structure to catch artificial sights, standing out from the remaining environment without being a weed amongst roses. Smooth and reflective much like the surrounding ice yet lacking complete transparency.
“Acceptable.” Taking stance a couple feet away from the newly identified canvas, running a few processes, and pulling a can of purple paint that lay secured at the belt. Hand giving the can a quick shake before aiming, spraying the first line without more than a final parameter check.
