A man who is not to blame for a ghastly appearance. An elder far gone from the forms stuck in the snow, the howling, only howling. There is nothing there, right? The glow behind that... bush? Isn't that a lantern? Hello? Who else is here!? *CRUNCH* Snow is flattened, cloth ripped, the cold hurts. Where did everyone go?

A statue, no, not a statue, an offering. Made of nothing but organic, frozen forms, they watch but nothing is seen, they bend in a welcoming shape, the storm has come to cover it, it is not enough, more, there needs to be more.