A stinging sensation nipping at my lips, a whirlwind of low whistling coming from down the echoing halls.

  I attempt to opened my encrusted eyes, seems like I cried in my sleep because they're frozen shut so I have to slowly thaw them out by stuffing my face into my many layered shirts as I try to get the blood flowing back into my fingers by crawling on my hands and knees.

  I do this for about 2 hours until I can open my eyes to the darked interior only illuminated by the blinding light that streams through the occasional window a reminder of my bleak existence in a surreal landscape.

  It's Cold.

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  A winter from which no one creature could endure, the wildlife that went into hibernation died in their sleep, vegetation died out starving most carnivores of they're easy prey and the ones who were left turned to cannibalization that goes for us as well.

  Our food storages and rations could only last so long, the cold seeps into our bones as we sleep turning us into eternal statues dreaming of warmer days, Sometimes we lost the ones we loved and other times it was the children outliving the parents. Now the wind rends the heat of our lives, the snow encases us in our hollowed tombs.

  Fear the Light and the cold it brings...

  Find solitude in the warm embrace of Darkness...

  Death is waiting to bring you to a better place.