Asleep and frozen, Isdis's consciousness sank deep into her own soul, drifting across the shallow frozen hell of her fate. A daunting storm, a raging tempest, and the steel-cracking frigid blizzard. The wind blew hard enough to rip mountains from their roots and topple the very sky.
It was a world so cold that its atmosphere had frozen into solid stones, and where time refused to move. Not a single life was allowed to exist here, because this was a long, god-forsaken wasteland. There wasn't a single shred of heat, yet in that desolate place, Isdis opened her eyes, stuck in the violent storm.
She pushed on the ground with her hands and tried to look up, but the wind was just too strong, and the cold was so bitter that even she was rapidly freezing, unable to maintain her consciousness.
