A single chime rings out
In a world of frozen silence
Crackling ice, splitting in every direction under you
Thinner than the lines on your hand
Splitting ice into layers of crevasse
That vibrate through you

You plunge down
into stillness, absolute stillness
Ice is the core, you now know

And then, a chime
A colossal world of frozen stalagmites
They rise around you, towering, sprouting up from frosty terrain
You see blues swirling under your feet and fall again
You fly through archways of ice

Another chime, and you’re on a mountain, chiseling away, thousands of feet above ground
Above you, the deep blue ceiling cracks with echoing snaps  
A sky full of winter nebulae
Thick blue and green mist coils into stars
Their edges encrusted with thousands of tiny icicles emitting cosmic frost
You fall for an eternity, staring up

Then, a chime
Your feet plant on the snowy ground
Infinite leaves caked in white stretch out before you
The wind whips at your face
And its sound is more silent than silence
It hits you again and again
You are home.