Ramblings of an incomplete idiot: issue 1

Curious. Staring straight ahead, eyes focused on the encompassing black, the crystals assaulting my face with each gust of wind looked like flashes of white missiles streaming to earth with unfaltering speed. Too many to count, too many to mean anything but harm. Yet…if I shifted my gaze towards the light, eyes wide, absorbing the crisp wet cold, it was another scene entirely. Soft pedals fluttered down, resting on my eyelashes only to be blinked away as my heat melted each distinct, unique marvel that graced my presence. Question…should I protect myself from attack or embrace the wonder? A soft but firm cylinder struck both shoulder blades in a single swipe. Thrust into the white abyss, air pushed forcefully from my lungs…Definitely an attack! Fierce cold scalded the contours of my face. Begrudgingly, I pulled my hands underneath my sunken form scraping the surface of powder as they went. My momentarily weak arms pushed my torso from the frozen tundra beneath. My back shielded me from my assailant. A smirk of vengeance burned from cheek to cheek. I cupped my hands once, turned, and slung a missile of my own. It might have been an attack, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t wonderful!