Random piece of crap that I wrote a LONG time ago.

  Snow falls silently on a barren wasteland. A flat, white expanse is all that is to be seen. There are no features; nothing at all. No hills, no areas of piled-up snow. Just a flat, white expanse. No signs of life exists, except for a single clump of fur, coarse, dark, long fur, like that which belongs to a large animal. Silently, it drifts along the wind lazily, twisting and turning as the wind buffets it along. That is all. There is nothing to be seen, to experience, but once, there had been everything.