Standing there, lost in a world of death, a world where all inhabitants die. Running, now, facing the cold wind, facing the frozen daggers as they nip at my face. The cold seems unbearable, lost in the darkness i have doomed myself to. The things i would change if i had a chance, things i never should have done. The things i've done lead me to this place. This world of darkness, cold, and frozen daggers. This world of suffering, crying, death. This world most call Earth.