Neville woke up the next day, and the world outside his window was completely transformed. Everything beyond his bedroom window had turned breathtakingly white.
He sat up in bed, the covers pooling around his waist as he stared at the blob of snow drifting lazily past the glass. Each one spiraling down in its own unhurried dance before joining the growing blanket below.
The windows caught the pale morning light. The cityscape of Xylos had softened overnight into something almost dreamlike.
"Snow," he whispered, pressing his palm against the cold window. His breath fogged the glass.
In all his time on Planet Xylos, he had never seen snow here. Spring reigned eternal on this planet, broken only by the occasional gentle rain that coaxed the strange alien flora to bloom.
[Surprised, host? (◕‿◕✿)]
Shelly appeared just above his head, amusedly looking at the forming snowscape.
