The frosty air cooled they hot sweat that dripped down my forehead. I am not moving, yet I sweat. Yet I sweat because of fear. The air pierced my throat like icicles and my lips were already turning blue, my fingers were numb, toes were senseless, but I could not move.

If I move, that would do me no good, for all was silent, quite, inarticulate, yet all was dark, unknown, and a mystery. My fear was the fear of the dark and unknown. I stared with wild eyes like a man who has had their nightmares come true, but there was nothing to look at because all was dark. Hard it was, for me to differ the sight with eyes open or shut for all was the same. Soon, I could not feel my arms or my legs for they were numbing too.

But, all this time there was a smell, a singular, yet striking smell. One that was so strong that even a man without a nose could taste the smell, yet I knew nothing of this unknown smell.

I could only know the cold and the dark. The piercing pain and the fear of the mystery. I knew some things, yet everything I knew was no different then nothing.