At first, it was just white particles.
The snowflakes were hardly formed, light like rain, and since the vast majority of people didn't look up at the oh-so-familiar sky, almost everyone in Harrison Port thought it was an ordinary drizzle.
But then came the billowing fluff of heavy snow, startling everyone.
The leaden sky was dark and oppressive, the clouds twisting as if some colossal creature lurked behind them, its indescribable presence spreading, as if heralding some unspeakable omen.
The warm fluff of snow melted upon contact with the body, but what it left behind was not water but a slightly wet and slippery mucus.
Because of the snowstorm, the air was filled with a faint metallic scent, mixed with a hint of nectar-like sweetness – a high-nutrient secretion unique to some kind of metallic fungi, which had now congealed into frosty white snow, descending upon the whole of Harrison Port.
