Morningside Cuesta what to name this thread

It is paradise upon first glance. When one thinks of a winter wonderland, they picture this;  an even cover of snow as far as the eye can see, static air, small flakes falling from the skies and peppering their spine. One can get lost in the scenery.

Augustus knows better. If this was truly paradise, The Savior would have taken refuge here. Her scent went beyond these fields and the man quickly figures out why. One could fall to their doom at any moment.

Thay is why Augustus turns away from the edge and heads back from whence he came. There he spots a familiar face.

Omerus. He offers a warm smile, the same smile he offers all of his precious followers. Tread lightly friend. There is danger ahead.