Far beneath my fur boots was a chasm to swallow the world. It dove from the highest peaks to the umbral depths of the world. A yawning maleficence that defied my comprehension. The path forward was a thread-thick causeway over that void veined with hairline fractures. Its icy surface merely a tongue extending from the looming mouth of the cave.

One step at a time I placed my boot upon hardened snow that released a terrifying crack with each footfall. The winds whipped at my huddling, frost coated form, howling like Wendigos and banshees. I kept my eyes frozen on the whitecapped Worldspine peaks until a monolithic shadow obscured them. 

The glacial Temple before me appeared more arctic fortress than place of worship. But its craggy face betrayed the inner sanctity of this ancient place. The gate was a carven gorge of luminescent ice with descending dusted snow steps. The wind cried through the creviceway halls and was answered by a forlorn moan from the depths.

The light shone faintly along the walls creating a beggars facsimile of the northern lights dancing far above the bastion walls. Great chambers were found that were built into the very tapestry of the largest canyons. Walkways appeared like slack stitches in this grievous glacial wound. The stars shone distantly on my solitary figure as a vortex gust carried me off that icy bridge. 

I tumbled against the biting wind gliding to narrowly miss a bridge. My eyes caught the faint shimmer of moonlight on ice below the sea of shadows. The floor was coming to meet me alarmingly fast so I instinctively shut my eyes for the end. Instead I found my body glide against some frictionless surface. A brush became full contact in the matter of seconds and I was soon surfing through the night.

My sight adjusted to the darkness and I began registering the dull blue pulsing of the ice. I was gliding effortlessly through a tube of ice distorting its size constantly. One moment you were squeezing through pinhole and the next you're traveling through titanic shimmering voids.

My journey ended when ice surrendered its grip to the sea. I swam back to shore on that twilight sea and looked back at the illusive Temple. Its eternal heights were once a shattered peak usurped by a crown of Ice. Its imposing presence cast a long shadow over the inferior mountains. This was a place worthy of worship. 

Before leaving I took one last moment to ponder the place, it was a dagger into the heart of heaven dripping with god-blood. I departed with a weariness in my bones that never left nor my haunting by hoarfrost dreams.