Glaciers

Swim in the water, the cold water. Feel its harsh, alluring depth and come into contact with its painful bed. Under a lightning storm, with a broken compass and frozen forms. Because once you touch the depths of that unknown, you will find an all-encompassing warmth. Songs of the lost dancers will drip your skin with weight.
You will be surrounded by danger and impending doom, fish swallowing fish and waves devouring gales. You will never before have felt such comfort.

A cold that cannot be named, one that freezes sight with every breath. You will dive in it, you will swallow it, you will inhale it and consume it. And you will do so with such intensity, only matched by the weight of that very depth surrounding you. Its heaviness pushing you inwards will do so with a power unmatched, as if to contain you and suspend you. And it will. And you will have never before felt so free.

Beyond the glaciers of monsters and past the cliffs of killers, you will find one lake with such a tilted personality that it will take back what is yours as his.
And soon you will know that the vast magnitude of its surface was the cover of what is you.
You will be absolutely thrilled and start flying, submerged. You are frozen. You cannot move a muscle, you’ve never flown deeper.