Post by Mr. C on Dec 5, 2007 17:08:48 GMT -5
Two total opposites, white and black, two colors that contrast greatly, both ends of the spectrum. Yet, in this scene, it all pieced together so sickeningly well.
The blackened, starless sky hung heavy above a large, white mound. As seen by the deep footprints that led to the top of the mound, the snow was quite deep. The scene was illuminated by the small sliver of a moon. The snow caught its light, shone and sparkled with it. It reflected off, as if the entire scene was embedded with diamonds. A beautiful area on the surface.
But subtle hints revealed that this scene wasn't a perfect beautiful bliss. In fact, it was quite the opposite. To the right was a large tree, with its bare, dead branches creaking with the breeze. Large tentacles for branches, it clawed up to the sky, the ends of the branches chiseled and sharpened to fine, dangerous points. Beyond this tree, nothing else was around, no other vegetation struggling to survive, no wildlife, no nothing... save for one man.
At the top of the hill stood a large man draped with large furs. They hung over his shoulders, dangling down in to the shining snow. They spun and weaved around his body, and up over his head. He stood still, arms at his sides, fists gripped tight hidden beneath the attire. The footprints leading to him dragged on for a long while, this man's treck was a long, and tiresome one, but, his determined stanced showed he couldnt be far from his destination.
The wind blew fiercely, snow picking up and dancing with it as it crossed the scene. The hood of the man fell, and his hair was short. With the wind, a large tree-branch groaned as it was forced to shake. Hearing the noise he turned, the focus of the camera then quickly zoomed in, attempting to discover who it was, but, as things slowly came in to focus, it cut to black.
The sounds of the wind as it picked up more dancing snow were all that was left.
The blackened, starless sky hung heavy above a large, white mound. As seen by the deep footprints that led to the top of the mound, the snow was quite deep. The scene was illuminated by the small sliver of a moon. The snow caught its light, shone and sparkled with it. It reflected off, as if the entire scene was embedded with diamonds. A beautiful area on the surface.
But subtle hints revealed that this scene wasn't a perfect beautiful bliss. In fact, it was quite the opposite. To the right was a large tree, with its bare, dead branches creaking with the breeze. Large tentacles for branches, it clawed up to the sky, the ends of the branches chiseled and sharpened to fine, dangerous points. Beyond this tree, nothing else was around, no other vegetation struggling to survive, no wildlife, no nothing... save for one man.
At the top of the hill stood a large man draped with large furs. They hung over his shoulders, dangling down in to the shining snow. They spun and weaved around his body, and up over his head. He stood still, arms at his sides, fists gripped tight hidden beneath the attire. The footprints leading to him dragged on for a long while, this man's treck was a long, and tiresome one, but, his determined stanced showed he couldnt be far from his destination.
The wind blew fiercely, snow picking up and dancing with it as it crossed the scene. The hood of the man fell, and his hair was short. With the wind, a large tree-branch groaned as it was forced to shake. Hearing the noise he turned, the focus of the camera then quickly zoomed in, attempting to discover who it was, but, as things slowly came in to focus, it cut to black.
The sounds of the wind as it picked up more dancing snow were all that was left.