The cold is reassuring. Your body is bitten and chewed, mangled and shredded by the iciness around you and it feels good. It feels powerful to know you in a body, a real body that rejects the cold even if you cannot grasp the flow of time firmly.

You climb higher, where the air grows thinner and the rock grows brittle. Your eyes sting, your skin sheds. You feel like a stiffening husk.