An ever so slight portion of the solitary building reflects in the glimmer of the shiny, mirror-like road surface in the low light of the setting Sun.
The evening, a fleeting memory of the barren landscape, rushes past the expanding dull grey cover as if to escape the inevitable darkness bound to envelope it.
The fluorescent, zinc white snow, meanwhile, lies motionless, safe in the knowledge that it's radiance defies the night.
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