Birds sang in the treetops, children's laughter drifted along a pleasant summer breeze that carried with it the scent of a flower-filled meadow as snow pelted his face and a thick frost covered his goggles, obscuring his vision entirely. The Dreamers were closing in and it would only be a matter of minutes before he was found.
He'd been tucked behind the remnants of a ranger's cabin for so long that he couldn't move his arms, couldn't feel his legs and couldn't quite remember why he was running away from a warm summer, sweet birdsong and his loved ones. His loved ones who should have been there with him but had already succumbed to the Dreamers.
Realisation hit him harder than the oncoming blizzard and sent a cold chill down his spine that made the frost feel like a furnace as he remembered each and every one of their deaths in the Dreamer's arms. Every memory ended the same - a smile on all their faces and tears running down his as the life left their eyes, flowing into the Dreamers to further sustain their unfathomable forms.
It was easier to think of them as unfathomable, unthinkable abominations than continue to wonder what everyone saw at the end of their lives that made them look so euphoric, so... alive. He was long past the point of survival so he allowed himself to wonder, drawing the Dreamers in with nonsensical imaginings and wistful wonderings to bring the end faster.
The snow was so bitterly cold and so painful yet the sun shone and his family were calling for him.
As damp tendrils pierced through the snowfall and through his skin he felt nothing but summer.
He held his wife in his arms as the Dreamer held him and all were content.
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