natie wrote:Someone threatened to steal my WX coins and turn my web avatar into a boy...
But otherwise everything's fine
what about you?
tell me in detail
Who DARES make such threats?!
That sounds so unprofessional!
Well... The morning dawned with a pale, icy glow, the kind that seems to soften the edges of the world. A dense blanket of grey clouds sprawled across the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, with no hint of the sun breaking through. The air was sharp and bitter, cutting like a thousand tiny needles against exposed skin. Every breath was visible, a faint mist dissolving into the stillness. Frost coated the ground in a delicate, crystalline layer, sparkling faintly under the dim light. The trees stood motionless, their bare branches etched with a thin film of ice that glistened like silver filigree. Patches of snow, remnants of a recent storm, lingered stubbornly in shaded corners, crunching underfoot with every cautious step. The temperature hovered well below freezing, a numbing -5°C, with a brisk northerly wind adding an extra bite. It swept through the streets in short, sudden gusts, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke from distant chimneys and sending shivers through anyone caught without sufficient layers. Even the birds seemed subdued, their usual morning chatter reduced to occasional, plaintive chirps. As the day progressed, a light flurry of snow began to fall, the flakes swirling gently like confetti. They clung to scarves and coats, melting into tiny droplets almost as soon as they touched. By afternoon, the snowfall intensified, thickening the air and softening the harsh outlines of buildings and trees. Visibility dropped, and a muffled quiet enveloped the world, as though the snow absorbed every sound. People trudged through the streets, their breath fogging the air and their footsteps deliberate to avoid icy patches. Winter coats in hues of black, navy, and grey dominated the scene, accompanied by woolen scarves wrapped tightly around necks and fur-lined hoods pulled low over reddened faces. By evening, the snowstorm tapered off, leaving a fresh, pristine layer of white on the ground. Streetlights cast an amber glow over the scene, their light reflecting off the snow in a warm, soft haze. The cold persisted, intensifying as the night deepened. Icicles hung from rooftops like crystal daggers, and the frost thickened on windows, creating intricate patterns resembling lace. It was the kind of cold that seeped into bones, forcing everyone indoors to seek refuge by the fire or under layers of blankets. Outside, the world was silent and still, a frozen landscape suspended in the grip of winter’s embrace.
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by juleic1123 » Sun Dec 15, 2024 5:38 pm 
In the old forum I was Kataramusa1 or Katarabloom1. Nickname was Katy. 
