Once Upon the House of Faeries

Mikoto and I took our time upfront at the mansion: the storm brewed─but none of our uncontested bravery was trampled.

We didn't open the door to home, nor wander anywhere else.

She sat comfortably in her previous position, and cried her soul to drought. Eyes may be optimal to say, but the zombie didn't shed tears anymore nor was functional as a biological being. Severe case of necrosis, and she'd collapse anytime now to a second death.

She calmed down from her miserable riff albeit missing a finger now: she's too brittle for the environment, and numbed out to be left in the snow.

I still didn't know why I stopped time.

A valid conjecture is being a countermeasure for another bizarre moment. Supplying from what's upfront, I stopped time to cease the artificial snowstorm. Either that, or I needed time to think. Nonsensical for the latter, all due to employing a supercomputer for a brain.

Imagine if time stopped and the weather also ceased, I would have won the situation.