The streets of New York were uncharacteristically quiet, a rare snow blanketing everything in blinding white. No one wanted to brave the harsh temperatures that had become this new world, a world tied with frost and decay instead of new growth and the smell of wet earth. The joy of having snow that didn’t become black, toxic mush within hours had faded when it didn’t stop snowing, when soon the whole nation, every nation, was covered with a layer unforgiving ice.
Humans were fools, holding tightly to their belief that science explained all when in reality, there were supernatural forces at play.
Entry One; Odysseia
Chai tea was the answer to the universe, forget the number 42. The aroma filled my small apartment, driving