It seems like I'm lying somewhere, my whole body transmitting unbearable pain, as if a swarm of ants is devouring my body. Next comes the bone-chilling cold, my breath becomes oppressive, as if I'm on the brink of life and death.
My consciousness is somewhat muddled, even thinking becomes strenuous. I try to move my body, but for some reason, it feels so heavy, even the slightest movement is difficult, as if frozen in place by the cold.
"Many things are counterparts, like light and darkness, life and death, human depravity and virtue."
A man speaks inexplicable words, standing in front of me, his figure so tall it nearly blocks all light, leaving only a pitch-black shadow covering my field of vision.
Who is he? What is he talking about?
The chaotic consciousness makes it difficult to think about these matters, the cold death threatens me, and apart from trembling, I seem incapable of doing anything else.
