Cold.
Boundless cold and dead silence.
His consciousness felt like it had sunk to the bottom of a lake of ten-thousand-year-old Dark Ice, and every struggle brought a dull, bone-deep pain. Thick darkness enveloped everything, sealing out sound and light. Only that faint, almost extinguishing grayish-blue edge deep within his left eye—like the final reflection of the water's surface in the eyes of a drowning man—proved that his consciousness had not yet completely sunk into the abyss.
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