Qerelyn Sixx
The world was dying.
Dismally, she thought of her husband, dead so many years before. Why was it that death had to be their altar?
Where were all of the colors, now? All she could see was snow. Snow, sand, and a vast, grey ocean. All uncaring. All distant. Who was with her? No one, no one, nothing but a brief bubble of energy beside her.
Her husband? She could only hope.