The Frozen Dome
The storm had come in the night, an icy wind sweeping across the city like the breath of a forgotten winter god. By morning, the world had changed.
Ethan pulled his coat tighter around him as he trudged through the frozen wasteland that had once been Ontario Place. The once-familiar trees had transformed into eerie ice sculptures, their branches trapped in thick layers of frost, twisting into strange, ghostly shapes. The geodesic dome in the background, a remnant of a different time, loomed like an otherworldly fortress encased in ice.
He reached out, his gloved hand brushing against one of the frozen pillars. The ice crackled softly beneath his touch. He had heard the rumors—whispers about something buried beneath the ice, something that had awakened with the storm.
Taking a deep breath, he pressed forward, deeper into the maze of frozen structures. Then, just as he turned a corner, he saw it—a dark figure encased in ice, its form barely visible through the thick frost. It wasn’t human. At least, not anymore.
Ethan felt his heartbeat quicken. The air around him seemed to hum, a low vibration that sent a shiver down his spine. The storm hadn’t just frozen the world. It had brought something back with it.
And now, it was watching him.
