In the ghastly blizzard, a writhing silhouette suddenly emerged.
Wings as wide as giant fans spread against the hurricane. They resembled the huge wings of a butterfly, riddled with holes and cracks, yet the two ferocious, ghost-faced black markings on them remained clear.
Like a woman.
Beneath the colossal wings, indistinguishable as those of a butterfly or a moth, lay a Giant Serpent almost the size of a light rail car. Most of her mottled scales had fallen off, leaving her skin riddled with festering sores oozing stinking pus that had frozen in the frost. Between the lesions, a dozen or so lizard-like claws grew haphazardly, distributed randomly over her body. One even protruded grotesquely from the corner of her mouth, its distorted shape chilling to behold.
"Why... why me..."
From several head-like sores on her belly, a voice wailed, "Why can't I... live..."
