Ice grew colder, embracing me, taking me to a state in which I had found myself several times before.
A state I despised, a state of survival, a state of tears, shades, shadows.
Yet it was much better, and that I knew well, than the despair in which otherwise I'd stay.
Having given so many chances to so many, I wondered why not give another chance to the cold white sin.







No one can save you now, from this heaven safe and sound.
Just hold your breath on your way down.