Every time I inhaled, a raging fire burnt through my body.
My coat’s colour was a perfect match to the white desert of ice that stretched endlessly before me. My view was dotted with ice caves that curved like shells decorated with icicles and this view filled me with hopelessness, like poisoned water poured into a freezing jug.
I’d stumbled away from my wrecked ship, alone. Yet, I was to suffer a terrible fate… death by Antarctica.
