Sign of Awakening

It’s snowing.She doesn’t know how she knows its name, or how she relates it to the ache in her chest, but she knows it’s snowing nonetheless.Cold creeps into her limbs, keeping her rooted to the ground, and dulling her senses.It’s hard to think like this.She’s not sure how long she lays there, with aches that feel far too old, and gasps of air that sound wrong in her throat. Trying to move is like sifting through glass with bare skin, sharp and piercing in all the places it shouldn’t be.---She doesn't know anything.There's no name to recall, no location to head to, and no one to call upon.It's just her, pain, and the command placed upon her being.All she can do is walk.