The snow falls like forgotten memories skipping across a barren stage.
Muffled laughter echoes, but it isn't funny. It never was.
In an empty diner, they serve nothing but existential dread with a side of confusion.
A waiter slips, falls into a pit of his own making, and emerges with a comedy routine.
The town is small, the sheriff is large, and the wind carries tales of laughter.
Here, the Wendigo wants to dance. But no one knows the steps, and the music is broken record static.