Each breath is through a thick coat of fog that is coated in tiny crystals, each smile hides a mouth full of slick hardness. I smile, and I behave as if I am fine, and yet my body moves ever more slowly despite my efforts. Once, it was when I closed my eyes now, even when I open them I can feel it worming within me, feel my muscles struggle to flex and control once more as the frost accumulates in deeper layers. I can feel its fingers creeping into my depths.
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