The first snowflake that ever fell to earth was unnamed.

Judaic-Christianity will tell you it wasn’t named because nothing was named before God created Adam and cast all of the animals into his care. While snowflakes are not animals it can be assumed Adam named them too. And in this story, that assumption is incorrect.
There was a night when Chicago filled up with snow, when the wind blew so fast and the snow fell so hard ice wrapped around all the buildings in the town and Chicago was nothing but a barren wasteland. And after the white hid all the towers and buildings and the temperature dropped and froze it all over, the very very last snowflake fell from the sky.
It fell all by itself, fell all alone from a clear abyss- it was just the moon and this snowflake dancing on the wind.
The first snowflake was unnamed because there was nothing else before it, so it needed no name, no way to differentiate itself from what was to come. It didn’t know that anything else was to come, it only knew itself, its crystal-like qualitites and the cold air in an empty sky.
In the same way, the last snowflake was named David, because it was the last and it had no way of knowing that anything would come after it. It thought it would fall on the wasteland that once was Chicago and finish it all, cover the earth. It had no way of knowing there was something else, something real in snagged Sears panty hoes and a cheap satin slip, musing over a forgotten affair while sipping on decaffeinated tea.
So when David landed, the snowflake thought Chicago was eternity and the rest of the world was forgotten, but it didn’t know the truth. It didn’t know this isn’t the end.
Much of this story will be setting up for the night Chicago almost ended, but it’s just an almost and in a world of forever, almost is nothing.