When his Kingdom fell, N went to search for solitude. He did not deserve a place in the world. He tried to destroy nature's balance, and so nature rejected him. No one resided at the top of the world, and so he went.
He found it amazing, perfect, beautiful, the endless blanket of snow. Cold, unforgiving, yes, it was perfect. If he were to die here, we wouldn't have it any other way - pelted by hail and heart stopping temperatures.
Kneeling down in the snow, he hugged the earth, wanting to freeze his heart. Wanting to end his life right here. Let nature take away his sins by her own hands.
"You're going to die."
Warmth seeped in his body from his back. If this was the world's gift to him, he didn't need it. What he needed, total annihilation. Tenderness, he did not earn.
"Do you wish to die?"
Yes, he did. It was his destiny. It was the only honourable thing he would do in his life. N would not be satisfied by anything less than a cruel death, enveloped in black and white.
The last thing he saw, however, was not a monochrome spectrum of bleak greys, but pierced by the strongest hue.
Red.
N found himself engulfed by it until his last breath.