[i]I look back, and shake my head, looking down.[/i] [b]"The cold, and everything else."[/b] [i]My voice is ancient and deep, like an old dragon or that of a mage beyond his years. [/i] [b]"Sorry if I broke anything, it's just... "[/b] [i]I trail off, lost in thought. The temperature drops lower, and the frost grows thicker on the walls and ceiling, the floor already covered.[/i]