Chapter I Messages (04)
Northern Limit
The sadness wells out of the cracks of the deep underground
and blurs in the splits of the dead Islands.
Here
Cold
Silent
Northern limit
The sky is dark and heavy
No sound is heard
Snowstorm rages
In the narrow frozen Islands
The spark glistened there is
Just an illusion
No aurora can be seen either
At the remotest of tundra
Blizzard terrifies
Total directions