The other side of the chasm was a different world. The air, already thin and cold, became a razor's edge. Each breath was a struggle, crystallizing in plumes that fell like shattered glass to the ground. The music of this place was a single, grinding note—the basso profundo thrum of the frozen sea dampener—that vibrated up through the rock and into their bones. It was a sound that promised stillness, an end to all vibration, a final, absolute quiet.