Snow. The abstract thought that is water, frozen in pain.
But fret not, lest winter's grasp thwart thy ambitions!
Tread lightly, tread calmly, and disturbeth not the stalactites...
Looketh out! Die spikens spielen und fallen der headed splitten!
Nay.
Mine eyes see naught but water which condenses not.
Barometrics freeze thy blood cold. Such is ice, unhindered.
The time for sleddage...is nigh.
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