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Negative effect: 「respiratory issues, shortness of breath」
As winter gradually began to fade into a warm, inviting spring…
... the north hadn't seemed to get the memo.
Instead of the emergence of blooming flowers and wet, slushy snow-melt disappearing from the mountains of the region, it appeared for all intents and purposes that winter was just beginning. Grey clouds gathered overhead as a steady shower of snowfall dropped out of the sky and coated the alpines in a fresh layer -
- and simply didn't stop.
You notice something different about it. Unlike normal snow, this has a distinctive scent to it, a faint note of sulfur hanging in the air as you breathe in and quickly stifle a cough. You’ve been out in it for some time, actually, and you realize with a start that it’s been much harder than usual to catch your breath.
The air wasn’t simply thinning as you ascended the Summit - you were used to that sort of thing - but you could barely take a step forward without staggering to wheeze and struggle for air.
You finally make it to the top.
Why were you here?
As if pulled by strings, you had felt an urge to come to this place, and now you stood at its peak and looked around with increasing befuddlement. The snow seemed even stranger now, and as you squint through the falling flakes, you notice it’s not the usual crystalline white - it’s tinted a faint, eerie purple, almost undetectable at first glance.
You see a crevice in the side of the mountain just several feet ahead. It’s large enough for a wolf to crawl through, and a cold wind seems to be blowing out from it.
Where could it be coming from?
As winter gradually began to fade into a warm, inviting spring…
... the north hadn't seemed to get the memo.
Instead of the emergence of blooming flowers and wet, slushy snow-melt disappearing from the mountains of the region, it appeared for all intents and purposes that winter was just beginning. Grey clouds gathered overhead as a steady shower of snowfall dropped out of the sky and coated the alpines in a fresh layer -
- and simply didn't stop.
You notice something different about it. Unlike normal snow, this has a distinctive scent to it, a faint note of sulfur hanging in the air as you breathe in and quickly stifle a cough. You’ve been out in it for some time, actually, and you realize with a start that it’s been much harder than usual to catch your breath.
The air wasn’t simply thinning as you ascended the Summit - you were used to that sort of thing - but you could barely take a step forward without staggering to wheeze and struggle for air.
You finally make it to the top.
Why were you here?
As if pulled by strings, you had felt an urge to come to this place, and now you stood at its peak and looked around with increasing befuddlement. The snow seemed even stranger now, and as you squint through the falling flakes, you notice it’s not the usual crystalline white - it’s tinted a faint, eerie purple, almost undetectable at first glance.
You see a crevice in the side of the mountain just several feet ahead. It’s large enough for a wolf to crawl through, and a cold wind seems to be blowing out from it.
Where could it be coming from?