• Thine soul within the whirlwind, I reach forth to grab thee,
    but my tongue escapes me, and I certainly cannot speak.
    Forever.
    Was that not the word that escapes thine mouth?

    And with thine final breath, thou could but breath ice,
    I know, it hurts, but I only wish thou to live a normal life.
    Flow.
    That flow of spirits is calling thee to the afterlife.

    But I emplore thee to reconsider once more. Is it really so bad here on earth?