Cold.
Darkness.
Illimitable cold and darkness.
Penguins. Where are the penguins? Where have all the penguins gone? Cold crystal penguins shattering in silent disharmonious ethereal chitterings.
Narcissus-X hears the penguins: the penguins that are gone, all gone, all gone far away in cold dark screaming silence.
Darkness.
Cold.
Dark coldness, boundless and bare, stretching far away.
Where are the penguins? WHERE ARE THE PENGUINS?!
