The air atop the plateau was still and silent now. Snow stretched out untouched for miles in every direction. Silah knelt, eyes upturned to the sky. She'd been waiting for a while now. She couldn't tell how long it had been. Her footprints were gone. The shell casings had sunk into the channels they'd melted in the snow, and the acrid gunsmoke was long forgotten, dispersed in the cold, windless air.

Away from the throng of warring voices and signals and guns far below, Silah had finally found a place that was quiet. Not just quiet - peaceful. It hadn't been easy, but the treacherous climb to the top of the plateau was worth every step now that she could hear herself think. Her radio had gone dead not long after reaching this point. Her mind had become quite empty as well, come to think of it. It left her feeling listless, but somehow, she didn't care. No earthly voice could reach her here, and that was good enough.

She wasn't waiting for an earthly voice anyway.

Lore by @doom_captain ❤️ (twitter/X)