Whispers in the Snow

❄️𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜

Beneath the heavy snow, the village lay silent, untouched by war. A child’s voice echoed through the stillness: “The war is over, come out and play!” But no footsteps marked the snow, only the fleeting shadow of crows. Some say the lost souls of war roam with the flock, inviting others to follow. A mother wiped her tears, gazing at her child’s eyes, as distant laughter lingered in the cold: “It’s over, it’s all over.”

Work from 2022💧