Shapeless Death

Despite snow blindness, those lost in a blizzard can see death within the wind, as flakes caress their blackened features and lead them to whatever lies beyond this world.

A path of rubble, a stoic gravel creature, or a pile of broken beams are all things that might greet the victims of a landslide.

It is in its nature that death has many faces. The one that finds you at journey's end can only be perceived by your mind; its form may even be unexpected, yet it is guaranteed you will understand it.

Some deaths are silent stalkers, others howl like wolves, some say death speaks in familiar voices; death follows a fair few people, those whose lives are on the line, whispering possibilities of their end, sometimes years before the day finally comes. Those who are paranoid might see their death in everything, and even those in denial may find an unwelcome presence they can't shake – the whistling of the wind, the glow of a cold hearth.