Winter Wind

You send whistling wind past the bundles of people walking on white walkways. Remembering the scorching heat of the summer, they attempt to shield themselves from your sinister squall.
They cluster in small clans concealing warmth, hoping that extra creatures
would add fiercer flames to the fire they were frantically
yearning to produce. They pick up pace, practically
running as you rush after them in a raging race.
You are on a search to steal.






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