You're caught in a whisper, but you can't hear it yet. You climbed on a plane and when you stepped off, it was as though the entire world had changed its face. You've travelled before so you know how it feels to be an alien... but somehow this is more than that. You're not just in another country; it's as though you've broken through an invisible shield and climbed through the void... and now you find yourself in a completely different realm. You felt this shift the second you arrived. It was winter then, and the middle of the night. An aching, smothered silence hung over the near-deserted airport; there was an instant tingle in your fingertips that sent shivers up your spine. You stepped toward the main exit doors, and once close enough to see past your own smudged, travel-worn, wide-eyed reflection, there was nothing but black shine on icy concrete, and a Siberian wind stabbing sharp-cut fingers at you through the cracks of the door. You knew then that this was not a place that could be understood, or defined. It was a creature all itself.
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