Her wings were drawn about her like a protective coat, and… there was a reason for that. It was cold here, far colder than you had ever felt it before. Gone was the golden light of summer or the orange hues of fall that had previously. Now it was a dark, dreary gray. Both the sky… and most of the landscape. The cliffs that surrounded the beach were eroded and vine covered. The trees were missing or dead, and what had once been fields leading away from it were now all barren and empty, reclaimed by nature. All that remained of what this place once was was Circe, who stood at the water's edge like a sentry. And as you returned your gaze to her, she turned around.