As Rhox descended further into slumber, the mechanical noises and gentle tremors of the ship began to fade, replaced by a profound stillness that seemed to swathe her awareness. Gradually, an icy chill crept over her, a frigidity so intense it felt as if winter itself was gnawing at her flesh, leaving a path of numbness in its wake. Though disconcerting, this sensation was not unfamiliar to her; it signaled the approach of an encounter she both looked forward to and dreaded during her restful periods.
"Back here again," Rhox muttered to herself, her breath visible in the freezing air.
