Rune felt his right leg punch through the surface of a snow bank, the white pile rising to his knee. Stepped back, freeing his leg, forced his eyes to adjust to the darkness. All he saw in front of him were hues of gray. Lighter immediately in front of him, rising. To his right, the snow seemed to taper down as it approached the edge of the forest. Similarly tapered to his left, down to the surface of the frozen lake. Either route would allow him to continue in the direction of the mechanical hum, now loud and distinct, obscuring all other sounds, even his breathing.
No. He suddenly didn’t want to continue forward, feeling his desire leave like a powerful sneeze.