Max was unsure where he was, and he looked around for answers in the landscape he was in. It seemed celestial, and he seemed to be walking on some sort of invisible floor. He stood looking up at some odd silhouette of some sort, one that loomed over him with glowing eyes that jittered. It raised a fist and brought it down with brute force towards Max: he attempted to defend himself as he could see it coming closer and closer towards him, engulfed in darkness. Closer and closer, and it seemed to fracture….
…the morning was still crisp and dark on a new day, yet it was a few months later.
The village was surprisingly at peace this whole time. Almost suspiciously, but Max would leave David to that matter. He woke up again with a start from the nightmare, but he, realizing it was a dream, calmed down and took slow breaths as he pulled the covers over him to finish his last few hours of sleeping before the sun came up on the wintery wonderland around them. He had always enjoyed snow, and seeing it appear around him in what felt like years since he last saw it made him smile as he awaited a white day ahead of him and Nessa.