In the dense evening air rises steam. Cracks and pops can be heard from a close distance.
There is life.
The rare shimmer of light from below the ice and a gasp of breath. Sweet freedoms are becoming of such a strong being. Take this life by the collar, even when alone - strive to surpass others. Do not be left behind.
Deserted you are not. With violent gasps for air you have emerged from the crevasses of cold, you have been brought in the world for purposes yet unknown. You have been born from the fruits of ice.
