I am cold. Impossible
as it seems, I am feeling a physical sensation of cold. Every few beats, there
is a tiny light – sometimes straight ahead, and sometimes off to the side. I
feel as though I have been caught in some dark well. As hard as I strain, I
cannot get to the light.
It is taking an
incredible amount of effort to locate the light, and I do not seem able to move
toward it. The darkness is profound. And the cold. And there is a rushing,
roaring sound – faint, as though far away, but still there. I wonder if I have
fallen into some crevasse, some forgotten corner of existence. The cold seems
to have stolen all my energy, it is all I can do to focus on a pinpoint of
light, and I am utterly exhausted.
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