Floating half a meter above the ground, therising heat cooked the soles of my feet. Yet the land filled itself with ablinding snow. Here and there a few charred bones and visibly frozen fleshstuck out from beneath the snow.

In the distance, between the hazes of heata woman appeared, clothed in a purple, smouldering dress, dragging red-hotchains behind her. Elegantly, but also cautiously she started walking towardsme, almost as if she’d never seen another human before and wanted to let meknow this was her domain.

Once she got close she started walkingcircles around me, with every step she took she pulled one of her frostbitten feetoff of the snow, strands of burning flesh started peeling off and sticking tothe snow like melting cheese to a grill. Every time her foot left the snow a stenchkicked me. I wanted to vomit, but there was nothing left in my stomach.

Then she stood in front of me and bent her,hardly describable face only centimeters off of mine. Most of her features, excepther eyes, seemed burned off, frozen over or both. Her eyes though, with a colddead look they stared into mine, the white in her eyes turned purple, exactlylike her dress, and the iris looked greyish.