It had been three long, maddening years.
Three years of wandering frozen wastelands, chasing rumors buried beneath snowdrifts and silence. The cold gnawed at my bones like starved beasts. And the air bit at my lungs. But today -at laat- I have found it, the cure to my village.
At the beginning I didn't believe it, maybe i never should have, if only i had known then to turn back, If only I had never laid eyes on that cursed chamber. Back then when I stood facing the entrance I felt it,
It gaped open in the ice like a beast opening it mouth, exhaling warmth that did not belong to this dead land, that had no right existing in this world.
The moment I stepped inside, the cold fell away like a discarded skin. The air was thick—warm unlike anything outside, I was joyful i never felt such a comforting warmth before. So I descended more, the stairway was of stone and rock, it was obviously old and fragile I felt my feet pushing it down as I walked. Then my mind went numb, i was hit with a wave of heat that evaporated the saliva in my covered mouth. Still i wasn't capable of seeing the end of the stairway.
So i continued and as i descended more the uncomfortable heat turned unbearable, I gazed at my armor, once a second loyal skin now a sizzling furnace so i tore it away.
As I rushed down the stairs my thick coat become a burden, then my clothes followed until I stood raw before the pulsing violet glow that lived at the heart of the place. And as I took my final steps it too took my final belongings, my own body.
In seconds my skin blistered then evaporated into thin air, I desperately turned back but it was too late, my flesh was taken away and instead I was given a thick layer of carbon, my lungs exploded in an instant, my joints melted inside my own body and my organs stirred inside like a burnt soup. I tried screaming from the bottom of what was left, but silence - raw and void- escaped my harsh throat. And then I burned even more.
There was nothing more to feel after that and for a moment there was silence..., but then there was fire.
I hoped that ash would write the end of my story. I still hope that this champer will be my tomb.