The fish darted through cloudy water, chasing the shimmer of something new. A glint, a shape. Then nothing. A moment later, it forgot what it was chasing.
He opened his eyes.
White. A field of snow. Endless, rippling. Cold, but only in his mind. The snow wasn’t beneath him. It was beside him. No—above? He blinked. The snow resolved into texture. Threads. …
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