As the cold wind kissed my face, I looked off into the distance where a white abyss continued on beyond the abilities of my eyesight, and I could only sigh knowing that no matter how long I walked the end would never be. But, as if they had a mind of their own, my legs moved continuing on through the frozen wasteland. When I looked up, the sky darkened as the moon crept in, signaling night would soon fall. I quickly ran, tripping and landing on my frostbite covered fingers. I hurried back up, ignoring the unbearable pain it took to lift myself up, and ran to find shelter for when night came, blizzards would ravage the land.
After running for some time, a cave neared my vision and unlike other caves it didn't come out of a hill or mountain as one might think, it was more of a hole extending out the ground. And as I reached the cave it seemed to be calling out to me as if saying
I'll keep you warm,
don't worry,
day will be soon,
Thus, I entered the enticing black tunnel. On the oddly smooth walls that felt like they were covered in oil there were many symbols, like the many other caves I've been to. Though the symbols were breathtaking, the most majestical part of every cave was the fact that the symbols would glow, healing wounds, ending hunger and taught me of language and showed me visions of things other than a snowy wasteland. But every cave was a one time use, as if forcing me to continue onward searching for the next and the next and the next. And I could not figure out if this cave was my savior or a cruel torture devise.
Soon when the night met end, the sun of dawn appeared. Starting my day off I walked out the cave that was almost like home and continued into the light, which created a shadow beneath me that seemed to be my only friend in this desolate land.