The blizzards are blinding you and there is no turning back.
Dried tears do no good to remind you of your past, but in these mountains... frozen tears are forever.
Icy hands can scar you without a single touch.
The cold winds can't hurt a corpse and never will again.
Death is imminent to the forgotten and the foolish. That will always be.
But unlike such, survival isn't always so.
You could live here.
Yet you might die.
Do not decease tomorrow.
Live through the tragic winds of the forgotten before the mountain washes your soul away.