You just keep climbing through the cold tunnel.
Eventually, you see pieces of broken ice. You touch the ice when you get to it, and it turns to snow in your hands, which melts away. You ignore it and keep climbing, while getting colder and colder as the cold wraps around you in this tunnel.
You hear screaming and banging. You can't tell if it's the level itself or if you're going insane and hallucinating from the cold. You look around, and the ice is getting more transparent while almost everything is getting darker. Your hands are hurting, your feet are hurting. You are considering fainting, and you wonder if it's even worth it — if there is going to be clarity at the top, if you are going to know what is above the ice... or at least what the noise in the walls is.
But you just keep climbing.
Still, you climb, pressing onward.
You just keep climbing, not stopping.
In the distance, you see a piece of ice shaped like a knife. You touch it — it forms itself into ice in your hand and disappears. You keep climbing, hearing noise, like thunder, and rushing water. You do not know if you are losing your sanity or if it is just the level, but you ignore it and continue up in one motion.
You look to the sides — the ice is dark now, and everything to the side is fading into black. You cannot even see the path anymore. Yet, you keep climbing. You keep climbing, refusing to stop.
Ahead, you see a piece of ice shaped like a book. You open it, and inside is a depiction of a language that you cannot read or understand. Momentarily, the book fades from view as well. You ignore it and keep going.
Then you hear a sound — laughter, the laughter of a child. You're not sure if it is the level or if you're just completely losing it? The ice around you turns red, and the darkness gets darker, yet you brush them aside and keep climbing. You keep climbing, even though you're worn out.
You stop for a few seconds and notice a piece of ice shaped like a body. You touch it to see, but it cracks open — spewing a blue liquid all over you. You realize it's blood. A different color of blood. Still, you brush it aside and keep climbing.
You hear the sound of melting ice, but it doesn't matter anymore. You look to the sides and see hands and faces frozen in the ice. Still, you keep climbing higher.
At long last, you see the end of the tunnel — sealed by thick snow. But this snow is strange; it has hands made of snow coming out from it. You touch it, and all of a sudden, the noise gets louder as the snow collapses over you.
You look around — and there is nothing left. Just the snow collapsing onto you.
Author-rewriter: Sombra :]
Original author: RiverMan18
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