Only the foolish leave home unprepared.

Between the ice and cold, the lack of food, and the predators, be they beast, human, or something else, there is a slim chance of survival. Every village has lost at least one person through stupidity or arrogance, and tales of warning chill the spirit even as the evening fire warms the bones.

And yet, lately the tales of begun to change. Stories of people going off in the middle of snowstorms, leaving their doors open as they wander into the endless ice, and whole communities vanishing overnight, leaving everything behind. They leave no message, give no warning. All that those left behind can do is wonder, and worry, and fear.

Wandering Dream

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