There existed a frozen world where beings would venture to in their stride for perfection. Their figures diminished as they headed up towards the highest ice peak; their bodies aching in the struggle towards their goal.
Within this frozen wasteland, Ana is the supreme ruler. Those who climb her mountain are persistent through the difficulties, as they already are consciously aware that the battle to the top will quickly turn into a relentless obsession. Nonetheless , we climb higher and higher...giving ourselves to Ana and becoming her frosty ice sculptures. She shaves and chips away at the cold beings, their forms never good enough for her.
We all become one with winter, here, in the snowy world of Ana.
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