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It is so bitterly cold in the forest.
It is trees and white and ice and snow, and she is cold…so fucking cold…
One foot in front of the other, right left right left right left right left left left right left right left right left right right
running on empty
running from slow death
knowing that she cannot stop.
Fog of pain. Fog of fatigue.
Icy breath. Icy limbs.
but still that core of ember flame, fire, heat whispering “you will not die today” and he is there, offering a hand, a quiet stolid certainty, unquenchable moving belief.