The snow fell gracefully on the mountain top. It fell, twisting and turning with it's many brethren, landing on whatever may be in it's path. Mindless, empty, only it's looks brought people to enjoy the frozen delight. The pretty flakes landed on each other, the rocks, and across the face and lashes of the dark haired figure, so oddly placed.
Izanagi laid still, eyes looking through his snow graced lashed to the dim sky. It was pretty, the playing of light across the trees, the glint of the fresh snow, sparkling like diamonds. The smell, though, is what brought him back. The scent of pined trees, their delicate scent surrounding the wildlife. On any other day he'd be too busy exploring and reminiscing of his childhood to stay still. But today was much different.
He shifted lightly, his mind in a blur, half drugged. His last dime spent on the one milligram of Zanax pulsing through his veins. He felt calm, at peace, happy. It took away the pain that came with laying half naked in the snow.The piercings in his body, though, stung his skin as they cooled faster. His black hair splayed out around him, half covered with snow. His pale skin blended in, save for his markings.
He was set, this is the place he'd die. He was born under the shrines light, he'd die here. he closed his eyes again, cursing the time it took for one to freeze to death. He'd been here for a good.. What time was it? When did he arrive? Wait, what was he doing?