I want to return to the days before my world fell to the cold flames. I want to return to the days before those who gave me warmth turned their backs on me. Solace in the hands of the angels of coldness, I am condemned to perpetual hell to which its icy touch is all I know of. Though hopes for salvation, I am bound to eternity, to a destitute reality blazed by the arctic winds and frozen knives shattering my world to crystal shards.