Naked Snake slowly regains consciousness, his eyes blinking open as he takes in his surroundings. He sits up, feeling the dampness of the ground beneath him, and glances around to see Blizzard, and William waking up.
Naked Snake: (rubbing his head) What... happened?
Blizzard: (groaning) I think we fell... But where are we?
William: (looking around) It seems like we're still in the Jungle, but a different part of it.
Dream Eater: (yawning) Well, that was a wild ride. Are we all in one piece?
Naked Snake: (standing up) Seems like it. But we've got a problem. The Boss... she's got Sokolov.
Blizzard: (concerned) We have to find a way to rescue him. But first, we need to regroup and come up with a new plan.
Naked Snake nods, his mind racing to figure out their next move.
Naked Snake: Blizzard, William, you mentioned something about an anomaly... and these key-shaped weapons. Do you know anything more about them? Could they be connected to The Boss?
Blizzard: (hesitant) Well, in our world these key-shaped weapons are called Keyblades. They are symbols of great power, usually wielded by those with a strong heart within them. It's possible that The Boss possesses a similar weapon, but it's not exactly an anomaly where we come from.
William: Yeah, in fact, it's more like a natural law of physics. Young people with young minds have the potential to awaken their own Keyblade.
Naked Snake: (confused) I see... So, it's not something abnormal in your world?
Blizzard: No, not at all. It's actually quite common. But here, it seems to be treated as something extraordinary, maybe even dangerous.
Naked Snake: (pondering) Interesting... It seems we're dealing with different sets of rules. We'll need to adapt our strategies accordingly.
Blizzard: We'll have to find a way to rescue Sokolov and stop The Boss. But first, we need to come up with a plan.
William: And we should also consider finding out more about this anomaly and how it might affect our mission.
Naked Snake: Exactly. Let's take a moment to gather our thoughts and assess the situation. We'll need a new plan, and we'll need to be cautious. The Boss is formidable, and we can't afford to make any more mistakes.
As they take a moment to regroup and strategize, the scene fades, leaving their next steps shrouded in uncertainty.
Naked Snake takes out his radio and tunes it to the frequency assigned for communication with Zero. He presses the button and begins speaking.
Naked Snake: Zero, this is Naked Snake. Do you copy?
Zero: Loud and clear, Naked Snake. Report in. What's your status?
Naked Snake: Well, it's a bit complicated, Zero. After I had knocked out Ocelot, I teamed up with two strange individuals, . We located Sokolov, but then things took a strange turn.
Zero: Go on, Snake. I'm listening.
Naked Snake: Blizzard and William possess some sort of anomalous power. They can wield these key-shaped weapons called Keyblades. They mentioned something about an anomaly being a natural law of physics in their reality. But that's not all. The Boss appeared, wielding a Keyblade herself, and she seems to have some connection to a mysterious dark substance.
Zero: A dark substance? Anomalies? Keyblades? Snake, this is all quite confusing. What exactly is happening there?
Naked Snake: I wish I had a clear answer for you, Zero. It's as if we've stumbled into a jungle with its own set of rules and phenomena. The Boss spoke of using this anomaly to the advantage of the Patriots future vision. I can't say I fully understand it myself.
Zero: This is highly unusual, Snake. The Patriots knowledge and database did not include any information about these anomalies or Keyblades. It's possible we've encountered something beyond our previous understanding.
Naked Snake: That seems to be the case, Zero. It's clear that our mission has become more complicated. Sokolov has been captured by The Boss, and we need to rescue him. But we also need to understand these anomalies and their implications.
Zero: Agreed, Snake. We need more information. Do what you can to gather intelligence and continue with the mission. We'll analyze the situation from our end and see if we can uncover any leads.
Naked Snake: Understood, Zero. I'll do my best to adapt and overcome these unexpected challenges.
Zero: Good luck, Snake. Stay focused and be cautious. We're counting on you.
Naked Snake ends the radio transmission, feeling uncertainty. The world they've found themselves in is unlike anything they've encountered before, and the path forward remains unclear. But with the mission at stake, Naked Snake knows he must find a way to fulfill his objectives.
William: I just can't wrap my head around it, Blizzard. How can a character from a video game like The Boss have her own Keyblade? It doesn't make any sense. Is it possible that the mysterious Lunatic you mentioned yesterday somehow intervened and gave her the power?
Blizzard: I don't think that's the case. The existence of Keyblades and the connection to darkness and light is a natural phenomenon in this world. It's not just limited to fictional characters or video game worlds. The presence of darkness and light can awaken the power of the Keyblade in individuals, regardless of their origin.
William: But if that's true, then it means our entire perception of reality is being challenged. How can something like this being possible?
Blizzard: I understand how confusing it is, Will. But we have to remember that in this locked world, the rules of reality can be different. The intertwining of darkness and light, and the emergence of Keyblade wielders, is part of the fabric of this reality. It's not a result of any external intervention.
William: I suppose you're right, Blizzard. We may not fully understand it, but it doesn't change the fact that we need to find the center of this locked world and locate the Keyhole. We must help Naked Snake on his mission and ensure that the script of the game remains intact.
Blizzard: The presence of darkness and the potential threat of Heartless means we have to be there to support Naked Snake and prevent any time paradoxes from occurring. Let's focus on our goal and assist him in any way we can.
Naked Snake: Hold on a minute, guys. I have no idea what you're talking about with this Keyblade, darkness, and time paradoxes. But if you're willing to help me on this mission, then I'm grateful for your support. Let's move forward, but damm, that was a brutal fight with The Boss. She really did a number on me. My arm feels dislocated, and I think I may have a broken bone or two.
Blizzard: Let me take a look, Naked Snake. I have some restorative magic that might help ease the pain and heal your injuries.
Naked Snake: Restorative magic? I've never heard of some unconventional treatments in the field, but this is a first for me. Go ahead, do what you can.
Blizzard focuses his magic on Naked Snake's injured arm. A soft glow emanates from his hand as he begins the healing process.
Naked Snake grimaces as the magic works its way through his arm. He can feel his bones shifting and realigning, causing discomfort.
Naked Snake: Ugh, that's definitely an unusual sensation. Feels like my bones are moving back into place. It hurts, but I can tell it's working.
Blizzard: Healing magic can be a bit complicated, especially for complex injuries like this. Just bear with it a little longer. We're almost done.
After a few more moments, the healing magic completes its work. Naked Snake's arm feels stable again, and the pain subsides.
Naked Snake: Well, I have to admit, Blizzard, your healing magic did the trick. My arm feels a lot better now. Thanks for the help.
Blizzard: You're welcome, Snake.
The sound of helicopters grows louder, echoing through the jungle. Naked Snake, Blizzard, and Will exchange glances, their attention drawn to the sky.
Naked Snake: Helicopters? That's not a sound I was hoping to hear right now. We need to find cover and assess the situation.
Blizzard: This could complicate things further. Let's find a safe spot and observe what's going on.
They quickly move to a concealed area, where they can see the helicopters passing overhead. As they watch, their eyes widen in surprise and concern.
William: Whoa, look at that! Is that some kind of giant robot being transported? It's like something out of a sci-fi movie.
Naked Snake: I've heard of machines like that before. They're called Metal Gears. Powerful battle tanks capable of launching nuclear missiles from anywhere. But that's not our primary concern right now. We're here to rescue Sokolov.
They continue to observe the helicopters as they pass by, carrying the colossal Metal Gear. The sight is awe-inspiring, but they know they can't let it distract them from their goal.
Naked Snake: Let's not get sidetracked by the Metal Gear. It's a formidable weapon, but we're here for Sokolov. We need to stay on track and figure out the best way to locate and extract him.
Blizzard: Agreed, Snake. The Metal Gear may pose a threat, but right now, our priority is finding Sokolov and completing our mission. We can deal with any other obstacles as they come.
William: It's hard not to be fascinated by that giant robot, but you're both right. Let's stay focused and continue our search for Sokolov.
The group's attention is suddenly drawn to another helicopter in the distance. They strain their eyes to get a better look at the figures onboard.
Blizzard: Wait, what's that over there? Another helicopter? And there's a man with Ocelot on it. Who is he?
Naked Snake: I'm not sure, but he seems to be holding some kind of heavy launcher. And those scars on his face... they look familiar. This situation just keeps getting more complicated.
William: Do you think they're on our side? Or could they be another threat?
Naked Snake: I can't say for certain, but we need to stay cautious. We can't afford any more surprises. Let's observe their actions and see if we can figure out their intentions.
As they watch, the group sees a heated exchange between the mysterious muscular man and Ocelot. Although they can't hear the words being spoken, the tension in the air is palpable.
Blizzard: It looks like there's some sort of disagreement happening. Ocelot seems to be trying to reason with the man. This situation is becoming more unpredictable by the minute.
They continue to observe the ongoing interaction between the two individuals. Eventually, their attention is drawn to the muscular man who, with a serious expression, lifts a big rocket launcher into view.
William: Uh oh, he's got a rocket launcher! That doesn't look good. What are they planning?
The group quickly seeks cover, positioning themselves behind a sturdy tree trunk. They watch, their hearts pounding, as the man with the rocket launcher takes aim, and with a bated breath, they remain hidden, ready to react to whatever unfolds next. The tension in the air is palpable as they await the outcome of the mysterious man's actions.
The group watches in shock as the muscular man in the helicopter fires the red rocket towards the nearby military outpost. The rocket swiftly approaches its target, and upon impact, an enormous explosion ensues. The force of the blast sends shockwaves through the air, shaking the ground beneath Blizzard, his Dream Eater, William, and Naked Snake.
Blizzard: What the... Was that a nuclear missile?! Did they just attack their own allies? This doesn't make any sense!
William: How could they do something like that? Weren't they supposed to be on the same side?
Blizzard: Reflect!
Feeling the shockwave approaching, Blizzard quickly gathers the group closer and raises his Keyblade. With a swift motion, he casts Reflect, creating a protective barrier around them just in time.
Blizzard: Hold on tight, everyone! This should shield us from the worst of the blast!
The shockwave hits, but thanks to Blizzard's quick thinking, the group is shielded from the immediate danger. Debris and intense heat pass harmlessly around them as they huddle within the protective barrier.
Naked Snake: That was too close for comfort. What's happening here? The mission... it's all falling apart.
As the dust settles, Naked Snake receives a call from Zero on his radio. He listens intently as Zero's voice crackles through the speaker.
Zero: Snake, I'm afraid I have some grim news. There have been severe diplomatic complications, and the mission is now canceled. I repeat, the mission is canceled.
Naked Snake: (frustrated) What? But we were so close to finding Sokolov! What the hell is going on, Zero?
Zero: I can't disclose all the details at the moment, Snake. But it appears that there are deeper political forces at play. The situation has escalated far beyond what we anticipated.
Naked Snake: (gritting his teeth) Damn it! So everything we've been through... it was all for nothing?
Zero: I'm afraid so, Snake. I'm truly sorry. Your priority now is to ensure your own safety and regroup. We'll reassess the situation and provide further instructions when possible.
Naked Snake falls silent, frustration and disappointment evident in his expression. He looks at his comrades, their faces reflecting a mix of confusion and disappointment.
Naked Snake: We've come this far... but it seems the mission has taken an unexpected turn. We need to stay vigilant and find a way out of this. Our lives are at stake now, more than ever.
The group shares a solemn moment, understanding that they must adapt to the new circumstances and navigate through the uncertain and dangerous situation they find themselves in.
Blizzard: William, we have to remember our purpose here. We can't break the script, even if it means watching innocent lives being lost. A Time Paradox could be catastrophic.
William: I know, Blizzard, but it's so difficult to stand by and do nothing. We have the power to make a difference, yet we're bound by these rules.
Blizzard: We can't risk erasing ourselves from existence or disrupting the timeline. It's a sacrifice we have to make, as hard as it is.
Naked Snake, overhearing their conversation, interrupts with frustration evident in his voice.
Naked Snake: Blizzard! Enough about Time Paradoxes! I've failed my mission, and I still don't understand half of what you're talking about. Lives were just lost, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.
Blizzard and Will exchange a glance, realizing the weight of Naked Snake's words and the toll it has taken on him.
Blizzard: It's not easy witnessing such devastation without being able to intervene. But we have to remember our limits, even if it feels impossible.
William: We'll find another way, Snake. We'll regroup, assess the situation, and adapt. We can't let this setback break us. There may be a bigger plan at play here that we don't fully comprehend.
Naked Snake: (sighs) You're right. We can't let despair consume us. We'll find another way, but for now, let's make it out of here alive.
As they approach Naked Snake's extraction point, the group comes to a sudden halt as they encounter an invisible barrier blocking their path. Naked Snake walks through effortlessly, oblivious to the barrier, while Blizzard, William, and the Dream Eater find themselves unable to follow.
Blizzard: No, this can't be happening. We're trapped within the boundaries of the game world. We can't go beyond this point.
William: But... why? This doesn't make any sense. We're as real as Naked Snake. Why are we bound by these limitations?
Blizzard: It's difficult to explain. Our existence is tied to this game world, and there are rules we must abide by. We can't break the boundaries set for us.
Naked Snake: (confused) Boundaries? Game world? What the hell are you two talking about?
Blizzard: Snake, I know how confusing this must be for you. But believe me, there's more to this world than what meets the eye. We have a purpose here, and it involves finding the Keyhole.
Naked Snake: (frustrated) I can't wrap my head around any of this. It feels like I'm caught in some kind of twisted dream. But if you say there's a purpose to all of this, then I'll trust you. I'll leave this area without you, but we will meet again in this jungle?
Blizzard: We will cross paths again. Until then, stay safe and complete your mission. We'll continue searching for the Keyhole.
As Naked Snake reluctantly boards the waiting helicopter, he gazes back at Blizzard, William, and the Dream Eater, still puzzled by the situation but resolved to fulfill his own objectives.
Naked Snake: I'll be back. Just don't give up.
With those parting words, the helicopter takes off, leaving the perplexed trio behind, contemplating their next move in this bewildering locked world.
Naked Snake: Zero, this is Snake. I've reached the extraction point, but I had to leave the others behind. They couldn't come with me.
Zero: (concerned) Snake, what happened? Why couldn't they accompany you?
Naked Snake: It's hard to explain, Zero. They seem to be caught within some sort of invisible barrier. Like they're bound to that jungle, unable to leave.
Zero: (puzzled) Bound within the jungle? That's unusual. Are they prisoners or hostages?
Naked Snake: No, it's not that. They... they mentioned something about being part of a world, restricted by boundaries. But I can't wrap my head around it. It doesn't make any sense to me.
Zero: The world? Boundaries? Snake, it sounds like they're referring to something beyond our understanding. Perhaps they possess knowledge or abilities we haven't encountered before.
Naked Snake: Yeah, it's as if they're playing by different rules, like they're on their own mission. They're not soldiers, but they seem to know what they're doing. And they have the same key-shaped weapon as The Boss.
Zero: The same weapon as The Boss? That's intriguing. It seems there's more to these individuals than meets the eye. We'll need to gather more information about them.
Naked Snake: Agreed, Zero. They may not be allies, but they're not enemies either. I can sense their purpose. They're searching for something within that jungle, something important.
Zero: Keep a close eye on them, Snake. Learn what you can and be prepared to cross paths with them again. They might hold the key to unraveling the mysteries of this locked world.
Naked Snake: Understood, Zero. I won't let their presence distract me from my mission. I'll keep a lookout for any further encounters. Let's focus on gathering intel and completing our objectives.
As the helicopter continues to soar through the skies, Naked Snake reflects on the strange encounter and the enigmatic individuals left behind in the jungle, determined to make sense of it all and stay focused on the mission at hand.
Blizzard: (thoughtful) William, have you ever considered the origins of this Locked World? What if it's connected to one of the 48 Comatose Keyblade Wielders from 119 years ago?
William: (curious) You mean, like the consciousness or memories of a comatose Keyblade Wielder manifested into this world? That would explain the video game-like nature of this place.
Blizzard: What if this Locked World is the embodiment of someone's favorite video game, a world they cherished deep in their heart and mind? It's like a fusion of reality and fantasy, brought to life through the power of their memories.
William: So, you're saying that the body of that comatose Keyblade Wielder could be somewhere within this world? Like a vessel that houses the essence of this Locked World?
Blizzard: It's a possibility. If we can find that person's body, it might hold the key to understanding the nature of this world and perhaps even unlock the path to the Keyhole.
Dream Eater: (emitting a soft, contemplative sound)
Blizzard: You're right, Buddy. We can't be sure yet. But it's worth investigating. We've encountered too many anomalies and unexplained phenomena here.
William: Let's keep searching, Blizzard. We need to find clues, follow any leads that might guide us to that person. If we can unravel the mystery behind this Locked World, we may be able to find a way to break free from its confines.
As Blizzard, Will and Blizzard Dream Eater continue their exploration, their hearts brim with curiosity. They set their sights on finding the body of the comatose Keyblade Wielder, hoping it will shed light on the mysteries of this Locked World and pave the way to their ultimate goal.
Blizzard: It's baffling, isn't it? The Boss seems to possess an immense power that surpasses anything I've encountered so far. Even with my recent growth as a Keyblade Master, I can't help but feel outmatched by her.
William: But Blizzard, you've become incredibly strong. You survived the Dream World and wield a second Keyblade now. You're a Keyblade Master, second in line to bear that title. I've seen your progress firsthand, and it's impressive.
Blizzard: (sighs) I appreciate your words, William, but The Boss is on a different level. If she embraced her potential, she could have wielded not just two Keyblades, but perhaps even four. Her strength is something beyond what I've ever encountered.
William: It's as if she doesn't understand the true nature of the Keyblade and the potential within our hearts. To her, it's merely a means to an end, a tool for achieving her goals. But our connection to the Heart and the Light sets us apart.
Blizzard: We need to remember that our strength comes from within, from the bonds we forge and the purity of our hearts. Perhaps there is a way to withstand The Boss's paralyzing aura by tapping into that power.
William: We'll need to delve deeper into our own hearts and strengthen our resolve then. Only then can we stand a chance against her.
Blizzard: Agreed, We won't let The Boss's view of our abilities define us. We'll continue to grow and find a way to overcome her paralyzing aura.
As they continue their discussion, something unusual is happening around them.
Blizzard: (looking around in confusion) Wait, something's not right. Do you see that, William? The trees, they're disappearing!
Will: (looking around, equally puzzled) What? You're right, Blizzard. The jungle seems to be glitching out. It's like we're caught in some kind of... loading screen?
Blizzard: (gritting his teeth) We need to find a way out of here. This glitches, these floating lines of code... It's as if the world itself is unraveling.
William: And how? We don't even know where we are or how we got here. It feels like everything is falling apart around us.
As they brace themselves, the glitched environment seems to accelerate, lines of code streaming past them at high speed. And just as quickly as they entered this glitched realm, they find themselves transitioning through the void and into the true form of the Locked World, where the game's reality becomes vivid and tangible once more.
Blizzard: (taking a deep breath) We made it... but where are we?
William: (looking around in awe) This... this is incredible. The Locked World, in its true form. It's like stepping into a fully realized video game world.
Dream Eater: (walking closer to Blizzard and William I must admit, I am still perplexed by this concept of a 'Video Game' and how it relates to our current predicament. Can you enlighten me further, Blizzard?
Blizzard: (pausing for a moment, considering how to explain) A video game is a form of entertainment, where someone controls characters and interacts with a virtual world through a screen. It's like a digital adventure that you can experience from the comfort of your own home.
Dream Eater: (curiously) So, this Locked World we find ourselves in was born from the memories and heart of a comatose Keyblade Wielder, who perhaps held a deep connection to this video game?
Blizzard: Yes, It's as if the essence of that person's favorite video game manifested and merged with the power of their heart, creating this Locked World. But unfortunately, our presence here, our very existence and knowledge of concepts like Keyblade and Darkness, it's altering the script of this world. We risk causing a Time Paradox.
William: (concerned) Correct, if we deviate too much from the original game's story, it could have dire consequences not just for us, but for the entire fabric of this Locked World.
Blizzard: We must be cautious and tread carefully, as we navigate through this virtual realm. Our primary goal is to find the Keyhole, the center of this Locked World, but we must also strive to maintain the integrity of the game's narrative. It's a delicate balance that we must uphold.
Dream Eater: (nodding) Understood. We must be mindful of the boundaries and limitations imposed upon us by this virtual reality then.
Blizzard: (with a heavy heart) William, we are now bound by the knowledge of the future, of what awaits Naked Snake at the end of his mission. We know that he will have to face a painful choice, one that goes against everything he believes in. He will have to eliminate The Boss, his mentor and guide, in order to prevent global war.
William: (concerned) But we can't tell him about it now, can we? It would change the course of events and potentially create even greater repercussions.
Blizzard: The narrative that has already been established. We can't alter the events that will unfold. As difficult as it may be, we have to let Naked Snake face his destiny on his own.
Dream Eater: (confused) Uh? but how can this be considered righteous?! It seems like a cruel and heart-wrenching choice.
Blizzard: Buddy, I understand your concerns, but you must trust in our intentions. We are not here to cause pain or suffering to anyone. Our purpose is to safeguard this Locked World and the comatose Keyblade Wielder who created it.
Dream Eater: But it feels so wrong, Blizzard. How can we stand by and watch someone go through such a difficult ordeal?
Blizzard: It's never easy to witness others endure pain, especially someone as honorable as Naked Snake. However, we must remember that our role here is to ensure the integrity and continuity of this world. The Lunatic, on the other hand, would disregard all consequences and play with the timeline for his own amusement.
Dream Eater: But isn't there a way to alter the script and save everyone?
Blizzard: I wish there were, Buddy. But tampering with the script could have far-reaching consequences, including erasing this world and its inhabitants. We have to trust that the events set in motion serve a greater purpose, even if we can't fully comprehend it.
William: Blizzard is right, Dream Eater. We may be called upon to make difficult choices, but it is out of necessity rather than malice. Our actions are guided by the need to protect and preserve. We are like guardians, standing against chaos and ensuring the balance of this world.
Dream Eater: (hesitant) I understand, Blizzard. I may not fully grasp it, but I trust in your wisdom and guidance. We will see this through, no matter how difficult it may be.
Blizzard: Buddy, I know that my decisions may be difficult to understand, but please trust in me. The death of John still haunts me sometimes. I witnessed the pain and devastation caused by the Heartless and the Darkness. I can't bear the thought of another Keyblade Wielder meeting the same fate.
Dream Eater: I understand your reasoning, Blizzard, but it's difficult for me to accept. I want to believe there's another way, a way to save everyone without causing harm or heartache.
Blizzard: I want to believe that too, Buddy. But our power as Keyblade Wielders comes with limitations. We cannot afford to let chaos, and uncertainty consumes this world.
Dream Eater: (reluctantly) I will trust in you, Blizzard. I will trust that you are making the best decisions for the greater good, even if I don't fully understand them. We are in this together, and I will support you.
Blizzard: Thank you, Buddy. Your trust means a great deal to me, knowing that our intentions are righteous. We will navigate this delicate balance between preserving the script and protecting those within it.
Blizzard and his Dream Eater continue forward, bound by their duty to protect the comatose Keyblade Wielder and maintain the stability of this Locked World.
'I remember the day vividly, when I awakened Blizzard from his long slumber. He had lost his memories, his sense of self, but I was there to guide him. I reminded him about the power of the Keyblade, the strength he possessed within. As we traveled from one Locked World to another, fighting against the Heartless and the Nobodies, I witnessed Blizzard's willpower. He faced countless challenges and never faltered. He embraced his role as a Keyblade Wielder, protecting those in need and connecting the fractured worlds together.
In those moments, I realized the strength of Blizzard's heart. He possessed a light that could never be extinguished, a light that shone brightly even in the darkest of times. I knew then that he was destined for greatness, that he would never succumb to the temptations of the Heartless or the darkness that threatened to consume him. And now, faced with the difficult choices, I am reminded of that unwavering resolve. Blizzard has the power to make his own choices, to navigate the complexities of this Locked World and the script that binds it. I have faith in him, in his ability to discern what is right and to protect those who cannot protect themselves.
When I first awakened Blizzard from his deep slumber, his aura was like a Frozen Heart. It was filled with confusion, fears, and a sense of being lost in time. It was as if his very essence had been frozen, trapped within the walls of his own mind. But as we journeyed together, as memories began to resurface and his purpose as a Keyblade Wielder became clear, his aura started to change. It transformed into something akin to a powerful storm of giant ices. It was a manifestation of his strength and his willpower.
This aura, though potent is also fragile. Like the icy surface of a frozen lake, it can crack under immense pressure. The weight of the choices we face in this Locked World, the responsibility to uphold this... script, while also protecting those who dwell within it, can put a strain on Blizzard's heart. It is my duty as his Dream Eater to safeguard his heart, to provide support and guidance. I must ensure that his aura remains strong, unbroken, and true to its righteous nature. I will stand by him, shielding him from the encroaching darkness, and lending him my strength when needed. I trust in Blizzard's heart, his strength, and his unwavering commitment to the light.'