Here I am, gliding through the icy oceans of consciousness, each stroke echoing on shards of my past. Gusts with hints of invasive warmth from afar strive to melt the "I" crystallized in these tales, yearning to absolve me from the ripples of my actions.

Among the icy ruins, I seek the seed of my existence, the purest form of "I", observing all that I am not.

I am a spectator braving the cold winds of time and thought. Witnessing belief formed by thoughts as glaciers are sculpted by the unyielding wind. Continually experiencing myself in a state of evolving... a serene ntrospection within the boundless icy world around me.