Song: Anesthesia
Artist: Type O Negative
My breath was fog on the freezing air in this dark lost place. It was eerie with two moons above my head in a starless night sky, a glowing white orb and a burning red one, like mismatched eyes in a velvet face.
Who am I? Why is it so cold here? I asked myself these questions as I stumbled, searching for anything, anyone, but there was nothing but the sound of my bare feet breaking the crust of snow on the ground.