With a transparent, cerulean blue gaze filtering the minuscule, cotton-white balls of ice drifting blithely through the frigid, yet familiar atmosphere, the 24-year-old woman pursed her thin, glossy lips in a tight, pensive manner, which often scrawled itself deeply across her face, and continued to observe the chilly mounds of snow blanketing the wintry-fashioned environment in a dazed, unblinking state. Her rich, blue hair was styled meticulously in a side-swept method and cascaded down her back in luscious heaps of striking blue, resembling that of the ocean’s distinctive brilliance and magnitude. Her long lashes curled slightly at its ends, brushing against the mid-cut bangs which stopped at her furrowed brows, and her milky complexion complimented the chilly ambiance in a fitting way as she hummed a patternless tune with little thought towards the imperturbable setting.

The young woman’s phlegmatic nature eventually returned to her stolid mien as she pulled her arm forward and pushed it into the ever-softening snow below. The blank canvas-like display before her veiled a period encased in benighted evocations and sweet-tempered solace, reminiscent of childhood wonders omitted in due course, where indispensable condolences lingered in order to echo embittered recollections of prior regret and harbored despair. Pulling her hand back languidly, she lightly exhaled and watched the soft puff of cold air pass and escape through her lips before lifting her silver-ringed fingers patterned intricately with bold, azure-colored designs, which were decorated around her first, middle, and index fingers, back palm, and forearm, noticeably stopping at her elbow, and murmuring words at an unintelligibly rapid rate.

A delicate cerulean glow enveloped the proximity she squatted in as a similar blue glow materialized strokes, arched in appearance and radiating in its flush intensity, upon her unblemished forehead before she closed her glowing gaze and heeded the quiver in the air, accompanied by a thrum of energy resonating within her being. As the young woman’s lips continued effortlessly in uttering syllables and sounds with growing incomprehensibility and unintelligibility, her lifted fingers signed specific gestures in rapid-fire motion, causing the area of snow where she’d previously pushed her hand inside to melt away at once. The dark haired woman brusquely halted her rapid manner of speech and plainly opened her eyes to observe the cotton-like snowflakes constrained and suspended in the breathless air.

“In due time…” the woman whispered reassuringly in her mellifluous tone while she watched the stupendous display of impossibility.

Without another word, the 24-year-old drew herself from the snow-sprinkled ground and sunk her slender hand into the large pocket of her trench coat. She straightened her posture, giving the wintry-environment a final, inscrutable glance, before turning and walking into the frosted, ice-glazed forest, where gleaming shards of fine-tipped icicles embellished the dark pine trees rooted into the impeccable foundation and hung themselves dangerously-low. Once her presence waned from the suffocating, stagnant setting, the minuscule, cotton-white balls of snow resumed their blithely-descension towards the innocuous clouds below.