I toss another green log into the struggling fire. It sputters in protest. I’m only prolonging the inevitable.
The cold permeates my suit, licking away the little remnants of heat. I stare at the frozen lake.
It should be teeming with laughter, bodies splashing joyfully.
But it’s barren.
Almost.
Beside me, a human block of ice. Crystallised. Their skin like fine salt.
They didn’t last.
Neither will I.
I look skyward. Our once vibrant sun flickering in a death dance.
Not long now.
I sigh.
Will anyone wonder what happened to us?
A final ripple of light.
And I wait.
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