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SubetaHQAlone, always alone. Up here there is no life, only blankness. Empty, lifeless, waiting to be filled. When you've been here long enough, you become blank too, it's like the snow drains all Colour, all life, leaving a void and insanity behind. I have been fighting it all my life, but alas, I can feel myself slipping. I gaze out into the frozen lakes and see figures, dancing, laughing, living. When I see my reflection, there is only a pair of blank eyes staring back. For all intents and perposes, I'm dead. After all, what's the point of living when your life is nothing more than a shell. Hollow, empty, without meaning. I have nothing to live for out here, but the very reason I wish to leave also chains me here. The cold. It completes me. I have a disease, and it's killing me slowly, from the inside. The freezing temperatures slows the poison, so it spreads slower through my viens. So here I stay, waiting on our dear friend the reaper, while my body corrodes, perfectly preserved in the ice. So do I leave and live, even if it is only for a day, or do I lay down like a lamb and wait while the snow chokes me and I lose my mind. Life or death, it should be a simple choice, but when the two are blurred together, what then?
Glacier Antlephore
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