My Personal Frozen Passage

The dark icy passages, neverending halls, so vast that our eyes can’t embrace them whole, corridors of eternal frost.

And the chasms under our feet, deep, and dark, the freezing air enters our lungs… to petrify us, yet we still go forth, to reach the heart of this place, even if we know it will take aeons.

Paysage d’Hiver. Everytime I need cold landscape in my soul.