A small journey through the cold. A soundtrack and concept for an imagined game.

Frost burns the lonely traveller's lungs, still bearable. Yet, knowing what's approaching, the birdsong quiets down, the air filled with a silent rumble. It's time to find shelter. ~ The warmth of a welcoming fireplace, a meal and company. The frogs are kind, listening to your stories, telling ones of their own. They give gifts for the road and invite you to stay until the worst has passed. Bed embracing you as the last light leaves. ~ Tall heavy clouds spread a light dusting of snow in the air. It's sunny, even then the cold bites sharp. On the horizon, former giants touch the ground. A new companion points the way onwards, a pleasant rhythm guides.