What's will it's name be?
[ A forgotten time left children home. A drop of sadness left the children gloom. The clock tower that stood tall but shattered the next day. The gears of clockwork that fell into the water near the orphanage. The frozen desires left behind to melt into a river of lost dreams. The rain that fell upon the one who tripped and landed on their pride. Lost souls who fought a brave war against friends and enemies alike. Something born from the victory or at the same time a loss. Torn to shreds and ripped apart in a fury. The final battle was lost finally, and the souls drenched in weariness and agony from lost ones and wounds too great to heal. The last old man stood out and point towards a story. The book burned as he claimed it, the souls all streaming together on the pathway in the life. The Eight Generations flowing together into the last body only for it to transform into a phoenix and relive the generations of time, and watch it's own past unfold many times over. The pain grew too severe for it to live an eternal existence, an idea propsed. The countless souls it carried would fomr a new life, including it's own. To begin another innocent life without knowledge of it's past anew. ]
[ Should you find the open book that contained that excerpt on a visible page for all to see. Until now you had been walking quietly and enjoying your day to yourself. But now you realize things are different. The central area around you, is much more cool. Chilly, is the correct word in fact. But not too much that it'd be uncomfortable strangely. The cold winds seem to give off an unseen warmth like a lit fireplace that you would sit by during a cold winter day, wrapped in a warm blanket, drinking hot cocoa, and dozing off to sleep near the hearth. The last thought in your mind shattered by a music box playing not too far off from where you found the book. Approach and you will find a white vulpix, playing with it's tail. It doesn't notice you at first, but also seems quite scarce if you might come over to strong a loud sound. What will you do though? Watch it, until it notices you? Or maybe attack it for your own reasons? The snow won't come until it is time for it to fall. ]