Cold (Section III)

Her world had become an uncertain haze once more, shot-through with blank gaps and fractured images. She could hear broken fragments of sounds, smell the faintest traces of scents upon the air, feel as if her body was only a vague memory. Yet that came crashing down around her in a spiral of dread as she beheld the shadow that walked in her thoughts. It had been there since the moment in which the light had painted the horizon in shades of terrible, blazing gold, amber, and smoldering black; but she knew not what it was - what this figment could possibly be.