Vibrate

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Snow sticks to reality like alien ceature's saliva. Nothing is itself anymore. Darkness falls. Beams of monotonously buzzing spotlights are labouring their way through the frozen atmosphere. They lighten dead places where there used to be life. Lights of distant cities spot the horizon. Maybe there are people. Not here. Here, it is a season in hell.