The lively movement of the land has slowed, the leaves have fallen. She's water, no longer full of life. She wears black in mourning as her features go from misty transience to a brittle delicate beauty. She inspects her suroundings for signs of life, but all that lived around her is dead or slumbering. She blankets the scenery as the last drops of water freeze in her hair. She is forced to stay in this beautiful solid form until the sun once again brings its warmth to the land.