I felt the crisp dew drops of air forced from my lungs. All of my limbs laid a limp on the frosted meadow. The fickle thing was I could tell where I was, yet had no clue as to how I got there. With every breath a Meticulous movement, to where I couldn’t tell if it was a dream. Every movement felt wrong almost as if every bone in my body was upside down and inside out. I felt the creaking of my eye...