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[joshunderwood]

i stood on a glacier drifting through the silent wastes of the artic ocean, or was it the belt of stars just beyond arcturus? everything was silent. below my feet and deep within the ice there was a giant. he was the first thing. ymir. a god in ice. his chest was open, his massive ribs curling up and out from a canyon-like wound that billowed a cloud of ancient blood - suspended in a motionless thunderhead of crimson.
in his chest rested a world, a density of gravity suppressed storms. the moons of it hung around his forehead.