It was the evening mid-story, winter mix fell most of the day but got heavier at night. Fountain basin filled with ice, the base overflowing with snow, days old most of it. Once, a warm blooded civilization lived here. Children frolicked in this fountain water. Festivals were held and the entire village danced and sang. Then the Nordic races invaded, the war lasted until ultimate choices had to be made. Only one season now, Nuclear Winter, it’s always night now around Ice and Snow Fountain.