Narcissus-X strides forth.
Crystalline essence of congealed rain assails the senses of Narcissus-X.
Sunless sleekness, pale plains of perilous luster.
Narcissus-X descends to the nadir of being; becomes one with the elements, yet apart. Flowing fingers of brumal intensity penetrate the being of Narcissus-X.
Narcissus-X arises, releasing rain from rimy imprisonment.
But at what cost? The rain knows not, it cares not. And soon slinks back to the shimmering stronghold.