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"Grandmother, where are you going? Are you leaving me alone?"
"Quiila, the one who speaks to the spirits, calm down. I have a meeting."
"But with whom? And how long will you be away?"
"Not long, my child, only one promise has to be fulfilled ..."

"Grandmother! Grandmother! I've been looking for you in the ice of this landscape for so long, I already have frostbite! Grandmother, where are you? Now you've been gone for days ..."

A wall of glass ice. Where am I? I am all alone. There is no floor below me, no ceiling above me, I cannot look behind me, the mirror in front of me, it shows me, alone. Put my hand on it and the spot will melt, but the warmth of my hand will be sucked out. I want to pull it back, but I'm stuck with it, coolness rises through it in my body.
"Do you hear me, little one? Can you understand me?"
The voice is ice cold, comes from behind the wall, a breath in minus degrees, freezing and biting, every single word echoes in my ears, freezes my limbs, my thinking.
"Are you sad? Why are you so lonely here?"
My whole body is shaking, full of fear, from fear and from the cold, I know nothing, nothing at all, leave me alone!
"Oh ... poor little girl. Confused ... do you want me to help you?"
The voice speaks words without feeling, loveless, rejecting, bitterly cold.
Cold, cold, I'm freezing! I can no longer feel my limbs, my mind freezes, why? Why are you torturing me Do you want to numb me For what? Please leave me alone ... please ...
"Child, innocent offspring. Let me help you, don't defend yourself. Loneliness is worse than what awaits you ... Accept my help ... I cannot give it to you without your taking it ..." . take!"
The ice devil wants me, I don't want, I don't want, no ... Don't die, don't freeze ...
It doesn't show up, only speaks from behind the ice, my arm is frozen to death, ice paves its way to my body, flows through my veins, along my skin.
It reaches my face, my right side is dead, in his possession.
"Little one, let go, what are you still fighting? Do you want to suffer for a long time?"
Panic spreads through me, panic warms, but the frost removes all embers.
She comes.
She comes, the wife of your master, death, gracious.
Woman powerlessness, I see her in the mirror, behind me the blackness eats its way through nothingness.
Death's beloved relieves pain, relieves agony. My field of vision is dark, everything black, only it shines.
Fainting is so close to me, she is a beautiful woman ... Her pitch black hair is not tied to weightlessness ... As is herself ...
Pretty as a picture, jet-black eyes, you can't see her pupils, it's infinite black ... the fabric of her dress touches me, where before I only felt frost, all sensation lapses. A flowing dress, forever long, everything about fainting is black.Only her skin settles, she is pale, like that of the dead.
Fainting holds out her hand to me. Should i take it?
"Go away, faint, this person is mine! I want her right now!"
The ice devil's voice is full of hate, he screams.
The glass of the mirror shatters, shards fall on me, cut into my skin.
Now his face appears, oversized. Thousands of diamonds meet ice and hate.
The cutting cold takes over again, I wrap my upper body with my arm, which is still ice-free.
The faint looks at him.
He looks bitterly angry, contemptuous and yet her person is of higher rank.
He wants to kill me, with his mind alive, but it takes the pain out of me ... In the end, I end up with Mr. Death ...
"She's not yours, she won't die."
Her voice encompasses everything, she speaks without moving her pale lips, the sounds seem to approach us from off and everywhere. The ice on my arm and my side is melting, but everything feels with him, my body is no longer, just my mind.
The blackness of the presence of the wife of death surrounds me, fills me, empties me, I no longer hear, but the white death seems very angry. My thoughts become heavy, slow, lose themselves in infinity, my field of vision becomes cloudy, I close my eyes and fall into ...

Nothing.

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