User:Yuanchosaan/Seasons/Winter

''This is a story from the old time: a serpent’s passage made the land, its path traced by ravines and riverbeds, by the spiderweb crevasses formed where it thrashed, and twin cradles where it rose and dived into the soil.

It is an old story. A good story. Even now, it is remembered, in this voiceless time, this time of loss and emptiness. No stories arise from emptiness, which is more than absence. Emptiness remembers, and it waits in the cracks.''

Chapters

 * Chapter 1
 * Chapter 2
 * Chapter 3
 * Chapter 4
 * Chapter 5
 * Chapter 6