Frost Card

All that remains of the torch is a dim flicker. Knowing you’d never find your way back in pitch black. But with nowhere to go even if you did...you press on.It’s cold down here. Much colder than the surface—at first it felt invigorating and unlike anything youd ever felt. Being born after the Second Bang all you’ve ever known was the sweltering heat of the surface. You heard stories of the underworld. It was hard to believe when in any direction you’d ever looked the sky met seamlessly with the ground. Move on and the downward-sloping corridor narrows. The rock walls are cold and smooth.Movement slows to a crawl as the corridor now constricts and contorts your body. In the dim light you can ...View all