over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Wind. Snow. Drifting needles of ice that stung her cheeks bloody, blinding her oh, so sensitive eyes to where she was, when she was... How long had she been trapped in the storm? It seemed like it had been a lifetime, now. She couldn't even recall why she had gone out that day... was it yesterday? Or... she seemed to recall the passing of light into shadow, of darkness to light. Maybe it was a whole day. More? No, it couldn't be more. She was weary, tired of walking but not so worn down as a trek through a storm over the course of days should have made her. No more than a day, she was sure. Quite sure. Clutching the black rags tighter around her thin frame to keep out the wind and the cold, Maea kept her head down and pressed on, placing one feet in front of the other. Into the wind she walked, leaning against it as it whipped the thin skirts of her dress to ribbons. Leaning, as though it was the only support she had left in life. Perhaps it was, at that.   Lost. She was so lost, had no idea where she was now. The trees of the new forest was gone, had been for a while now, and though she thought it odd that she hadn't found any of the houses of the Hollow Ground yet, there was nothing for it but to keep moving. The storm had to settle soon, and then she would be able to find her bearings again. How far could she have gone, after all? Sure, the storms were violent and the ghost... spirit? Noah? had said... something. She couldn't recall... elemental? Whatever that meant. Thinking was so difficult, of late. She was so tired. Exhausted, actually. If only she could stop and sleep... She hardly noticed when the wind slowly died down. The darkness of the storm gradually paled, and slowly the world lightened around her. Blinking, and squinting against a light that suddenly felt blinding, Maea looked up. And stared. It was a wasteland. A barren, endless nothing of ice and snow, stretching as far as her eyes could see in every direction. Overhead the storm whipped on, it's fury diminished but not quenched as it left her behind to ravage some other region, and behind her the sun was a radiant orb of white flame that beamed down from a sky that was bluer than anything she had ever seen. Glittering, beautiful... and completely foreign. "Gods... where am I?" she whispered, awed as she was terrified. Turning, she stared until her eyes watered, until white spots danced before her vision. No landmarks she recognized, no signs of animals or people, no tracks in the ground or birds overhead. Desolate. A shiver pimpled the flesh of her arms, that had nothing to do with the biting winds of the tundra. She couldn't feel the cold, even though she should have been dead to frostbite a long time ago. No, it wasn't that kind of shiver. This was fear. The kind that made her hands tremble, and stopped her mind from working. But she didn't have time for that kind of nonsense right now, so the girl merely balled her fingers into fists and searched for something, anything at all that stood out in the landscape around her. There was nothing else for it. She picked a direction and began to walk.