There was a moment. Just one. A moment where the snow was no longer pristine. It was no longer laid out as nature had intended it to be, for man’s boot had laid many a scar upon its once perfect layer. Where those empty foundations had been were once again the barracks that they now just pretended to be. A moment where she looked into the eyes of someone who was looking back at her but wasn’t at the same time for their consciousness, along with their hope, had been trampled to the ground as soon as the wrought iron gate had shut behind them. She looked at her for a minute, and then there was a shift, a strange inexplicable shift in the world around them, and with a flicker of a smile she was gone. She once again stood alone, a single tear tracing the curve of her delicate cheek, flushed from the cold, and silently she mouthed the words I am sorry into the silent winter air.
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