When I write stories, sometimes I like to imagine them taking place in the same place. Some dark corner of the world that people forgot for various reasons, and where strange things grow. Like mushrooms, in the dark and damp.
Snow Rapt is one of those.
All these stories take place in the same post-soviet arctic village (similar to Pyramida or Dikson), sometime in the near future. Things are not going well. In a land where night can last for months, and stepping outside without proper protection can kill you, living is difficult enough. When industry and purpose departed, the town began a slow but steady decay. The people who have not moved out to brighter pastures stay, relying on their addictions to fentanyl or moonshine for comfort in an uncaring and cold world.
Light a fire, my friends, and warm up while it burns. Strange things happen out in the dark, while the blizzards blow.
If you like listening to music while reading, here's a Spotify playlist of songs that inspire this setting.
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