7/26/2025, 1:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 7/26/2025, 1:28 AM by Nutuyikruk.)
Lightning over snow.
Clouds raced overhead. They were dark, damning and thick to block the rise of the moon and fall of the sun.
Nutuyikruk walked the edge of the black lake and watched the blue streaks of lightning light up the shaded ground.
She could see the steps of each family who had ever sworn her under their wing fading, fading away. A sourness burned in her chest.
They did not know the choices for which she had to make. And one by one, every step was taken as a goodbye to the pain of all who haunted her so that it would never once show its ugly face again. Their voices, their faces, and all who had failed, let them be erased. Still they followed.
Clouds raced overhead. They were dark, damning and thick to block the rise of the moon and fall of the sun.
Nutuyikruk walked the edge of the black lake and watched the blue streaks of lightning light up the shaded ground.
She could see the steps of each family who had ever sworn her under their wing fading, fading away. A sourness burned in her chest.
They did not know the choices for which she had to make. And one by one, every step was taken as a goodbye to the pain of all who haunted her so that it would never once show its ugly face again. Their voices, their faces, and all who had failed, let them be erased. Still they followed.
