There have been nights when the coldest winds have come from me. I am the centre of the deepest darkness of the eclipse. Perhaps I have even consumed those around me. Is that possible? Their love inhaled, transformed into something foul and turned inwards. And yet, now more creature than human, even on the harshest of winter mornings, I rise. If only to glimpse the dawn. For a moment longer each day.
– Unpublished Whispers, Winter’s Swallow