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Paavo could see nothing but the dark blizzard hurling in front of his face, and yet all was quiet. Was he still numb from the cold? His head turned slowly, confirming the void surrounding him. Pitch black chaos. Maybe he hadn’t woken up after all. With the desire to move, he phased forward a step. It didn’t feel like walking, but like a disjointed glide following his thoughts. The sensation was unnatural, so he focused on remaining in place. The last thing he remembered was slowly closing his eyes while the frost of his tears sealed them shut. He remembered trying to breathe in and yell again, but the air was tight and frigid inside him. He remembered… dying. No, passing out. The tingling of his head and the feeling of weight coming over him, seeing the world tilt and fall before going black, cold and black. He should have been happy to see again, but instead he looked around critically. Something was supposed to be here. He was searching, wasn’t he? For something. Someone important.