The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
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Winter is the season of many changes. The entirety of the earth goes through a lot during these three months, from trees losing their leaves to animals going to sleep, many things happen in winter. Aside from the weather turning cold and icy, the approach of winter has other signs. There are a lot, starting from birds leaving for a warmer place to how short the days become, there are many.
But the one sign that he always labels as a clear signal of winter is the loss of color.
Everything seemed to lose color in winter.
The ground, the trees, the sky, the sun. Everything. It's as if the world completely loses its luster during this season.
And Kieran liked that.
The lifeless state of nature, the quiet, cold, and gray world, he enjoyed them more than anything. Going out for a walk during winter was fun. Training his sword was satisfying. Sleeping was more relaxing and the working days were less tiring. Kieran liked every bit of winter.