Clock- Tick, tock… Tick tock… time moves on oblivious of the crumbling universe around it as the clock ticks relentlessly in rhythm with the flow. Time, the eternal juggernaut, moves on no matter the torn state of the world around it, and even when all else ceases to exist, the mighty tank that is time still rolls forward, acknowledged solely by the eternal ticking of the clock.
Snow- The cold winter has devoured all my assets, as I am left with noting but a seal skin to keep me warm. The brutal, blistering wind howls like a merciless pack of wolves, tearing at my near exposed flesh and bringing the cold back with a vengeance. I crawl into my shallow snow cave where I await my oncoming death, the sweat of making it frozen to my frostbitten flesh. I am hungry, frozen, and dying, but the worst part of it all is that I am alone.
