Cedar Sweep Black swan

Ker couldn’t decide which was worse: isolation or companionship. Both led the heart to sorrow, each in its own cruel way. No path in life seemed free of suffering.

He rolled his eyes at himself, ever the dramatic. With only his own thoughts for company, he had grown weary of his own lamenting. The woods around him offered no comfort, no inspiration. Just an endless stretch of trees, snowdrifts, and ice, the same barren scenery day after day.

Where was the adventure he had longed for? The thrill, the excitement? He exhaled sharply, watching his breath curl into the frigid air before vanishing into nothing.