Climbing the mountain of snow… seeking fire and warmth. 
Gravity, wind, and wavering rocks blocking her path. 
Legends gossip; behind this mountain, lies the eternal.


The snow on her hair stopped melting. Blue her skin. 
Beating heart, whistling breaths, and trembling flinches. 
Frozen and aching limbs. Thirst and hunger calling through the dusk! 
Hope ascends, as the clouds touch her hands. 
Through the thundering clouds, piercing heavens like a spear.


And through the fog and darkness, shades of light twist her iris. 
Dawn. Colored her face with fire, and her eyes with tears. 
Pain. Exiled her body, along with her soul. 
She smiled. She died.

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