It was an early snowfall in the heart of the Sanctuary...
Her mind first a blank slate, she found consciousness subtly regaining in her soul as she shifted weakly on the low slab of frozen ice where her body lay. She willed herself to expend that little amount of waking strength she could use to re-empower her slender frame once again, pressing through the constraints of spacetime and channeling energy back into the limitation of her senses. Light could now seep into her visual system, once slumbering and lost into bottomless darkness...She could now feel once again...
Her fingertips touched a substance of impenetrable callousness and they simply slid down its edge without the slightest resistance. It felt ageless, tough and unquestionably solid...as though resembling a far-fetched familiarity...Her thoughts rebirthed, rekindled and opened up...until those tender eyelids parted to greet a whole new world which has been awaiting her arrival...
Footsteps which resounded like steel marched back into this alluring House of Ice, an armoured guardian of this long formidable space soon halted his steps as quickly as he had approached, one of his undefeatable hands tightening into a fist.